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The Sweetest Thing By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 4 Kayla had barely buckled in Alex before he passed out the minute the car turned from the block. It was a quiet night ride until finally Kayla pulled into her driveway and then slapped him gingerly a few times to get out. "Get out, you drunken party girl," said Kayla, opening his door. "That cute boy may have been able to carry you, but no way I'm even giving it a try." "Where are we?" Alex moaned. "My house, you blitzed little wild woman," said Kayla, slapping his cheek again. "Now come on before you pass out or puke in my driveway, and then I have to drag you in by the ponytail." With her arm around him, she helped him into the house and then plopped him on a bench just inside the door. "Strip here," said Kayla. "Your clothes stink, and they'll stink up my room. I'm throwing everything in the wash before we go upstairs." He had no objection to her stripping him anyway, as she tossed his ankle boots outside on the porch and then took his clothes, tossing everything in the washing machine. Upstairs she dragged him into the bathroom, giving him a quick hooker bath as she scrubbed him clean with a wash cloth as he sat on the closed toilet bowl. He could barely keep his eyes open as she washed off his makeup, and then barely had his sea legs as she brought him to her room, tossing one of her nightgowns over his head. He lay back staring at her ceiling fan slowly spinning in the dimly lit room, hearing some music on in the background as she got herself ready for bed. When she returned, she hopped into bed next to him, softly touching his face and then looked into his eyes, shaking her head. "Good night. Get some rest, honey," said Kayla, softly kissing his lips before rolling over, holding his hand in hers. "Love you," sighed Alex, feeling a little better now. "Love you, too," said Kayla. "Thanks for taking care of me," said Alex. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to drink that much, and I feel so much better now." "It's fine," said Kayla. "I know you must have been really nervous alone." "Let me make it up to you?" said Alex, wiggling against her ass. "Seriously?" said Kayla, reaching back, feeling him rock hard and squeezing him thorough the silk nightgown. "Aren't you drunk?" "I said make it up to you, and don't do that," sighed Alex, pushing her hand away. "That feels fucking incredible in this soft fabric." "Oh," Kayla said, instantly letting go. "Sorry." "Don't be," said Alex, sliding down the bed and lifting her night gown. "You took care of me. Now I'll take care of you." "Oohhhhh," sighed Kayla as he nibbled right through her panties and then slid them down. "Alex, I don't know." "I do," said Alex, sliding his mouth along her lips and then pushing her legs wide apart. She had rarely allowed him to explore her like this, normally being the one to deliver oral pleasure, yet this time she was overwhelmed with his gesture. She moaned and groaned for a good ten minutes before finally succumbing to his tongue before laying back, never more satisfied with his handy work. "Get up here you devil," smiled Kayla, pulling him in and embracing him in the deepest of kisses the moment he got near her, pushing himself back up onto the bed. She could care less tasting her own juices combined with the flavors of the keg, as they kissed long and deep before again her hand made it's way to his manhood. He was already rock hard as she stocked him through the soft silk, as he was dying before she finished her handy work, teasing and dropped down to engulf him. "No, I think we're ready," said Alex, stopping her before she could suck on him. "Somehow this was the weirdest day of my life, but I think you were right that I found so many things out about myself today that I never knew. I feel so different." "Really?" said Kayla, looking up at him. "That's amazing. I knew there was a really really sensitive side in you that was so beautiful, just looking to come out. Tell me about it?" "I will," said Alex, leaning down and kissing her as he climbed on top of her. "Tomorrow, ok?" "Ok, but what are you doing?" said Kayla as he grabbed both of her wrists and was on top of her now. "I love that you're feeling good about yourself honey, but are you still drunk?" "No, I just love you and I'm ready to let it all loose, Kayla," said Alex ,leaning down to kiss her and letting go of one of her wrists to pull up his night gown. "It's time." "Stop you idiot," squirmed Kayla, feeling him trying to penetrate her and then pushing him off. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Nothing, I love you," said Alex, stunned that she rebuffed him. "I opened up to you, and now I want you to open up to me." "You mean for you! You fucking pig!" said Kayla, hopping out of bed. "You must definitely still be drunk if you think this is how it should be, and this is not the way it's going to happen. I want it to be special and emotional, and we've got so much more work to do if we're being honest with ourselves." "But Kayla... Kayla," said Alex, shaking his head. "Oh shit, move!"! Alex raced past Kayla now into her bathroom, crashing into the doorway as he staggered. He barely made it in and flipped open the bowl, empting out his guts puking. It took two or three flushes until finally his stomach seemed to settle as she wiped his face each time and gave him some saltines and water. "Watch your hair and give me all this," said Kayla, gingerly pulling the slightly soiled nightgown over his head and then taking off his panties. "Feel better." "Yeah, I guess," Alex said as she filled a cap with mouthwash and lined his tooth brush before wetting a few ends of his hair, picking at them with her fingers. "Is it in there too?" "Just gargle a lot and let me throw in the next load. It's fine now and I'll find you something else to sleep in," said Kayla, softly rubbing his back, touching his hair and then kissing his cheek. She delicately slid her fingers through it, softly stroking his head, relaxing him as he swished the mouth wash between his cheeks and snapped a big clip to keep it all out of his face before leaving. He gargled twice and then brushed his teeth before she returned, twisting his hair into more of a low loose pony like he was used to, and then holding out some basic white cotton panties for him to step into. It felt amazing just to no longer feel disgusting, and then she dropped a soft top over his head. "Step in and be happy you're so skinny that these fit," said Kayla. "I haven't worn pajamas in years, but I'm not taking a chance again or we will not be cuddling in my bed." "I'm sorry," said Alex as she knelt, holding open the pants and he stepped in. "I just..." "You're just staying in pants, so please don't argue with me. We're both exhausted," said Kayla, pulling them up. "Come on, at least now I can cuddle without worrying about your little friend down there wandering off to somewhere he shouldn't be." "Ok," sulked Alex as into her bed they went. They softly kissed and then Kayla rolled over as they cuddled and fell asleep. It couldn't have been that long until Kayla was awoken by a chirping sound she recognized and then rolled over, realizing Alex wasn't there. When it chirped again, she sat up, looking at her panel on the wall and then noticed it was the house alarm beeping and that a door or window was open. She rubbed her eyes, seeing the curtains slightly blowing in the wind, and then realized her French door was ajar. "Alex," She called out, looking around and then got up, walking over to the French door, opening the curtain. "What the hell are you doing? You're texting?" "No, I couldn't sleep," said Alex, looking up at her nervously. "I was just reading and..." "Reading texts from Tony?" Kayla asked, ripping his phone away from behind him in the doorway. "Really?" "No, it's not like that?" replied Alex as she moved, avoiding him taking it back. "My phone kept buzzing and the light flashing, but I didn't know who it was, but then I realized it was him and all I did was read them. You'll see that I didn't reply." "Yeah I see, but why were you reading them out here all private?" Kayla asked curiously, handed it back. "It's like you were hiding something from me.?" "I wasn't," said Alex, bowing his head. "But I was worried that I was drunk and something happened. That's all?" "And did it?" asked Kayla. "According to him anyway?" "I don't think so either, but here I don't want to read the rest," Alex pushed it back to her. "If it did, all I would want is that you'd tell me," said Kayla, looking down at the phone and scrolling. "I wouldn't like it, but we'd deal with it." "There's nothing to tell," nodded Alex. "All I know from what I read is that he likes me, and he was worried about me." "And that's what friends do," said Kayla, hearing a fast beeping now. "They care about each other and Oh shit! Get inside!" "What the hell is that?" Alex asked, covering his ears and then a spot light shone onto his face. "Fuck, it's the alarm," yelled Kayla, racing into the hallway as the alarm sounded. "Close the damn door, and get in here." Kayla was typing in codes and as soon as she had, the alarm disarmed and the siren stopped, right before the house phone rang. "Yes hi, it's a false alarm," Kayla said into the phone. "This is Kayla Larsen, and the code is zx4813Kay. No sir, no need to send a patrol car. I'm sorry about that." "Sorry," said Alex, breathing a sigh of relief. "Everything cool now?" "Hopefully, and there he is as expected," said Kayla, looking at the clock and then the phone rang again. "Hey dad. Everything is fine, false alarm." "Oh shit does he know I'm here?" whispered Alex as Kayla was waving at him to shut up. "No dad. Stop! Do not come home," said Kayla, rolling her eyes and then getting nervous. "Oh, who's the little girl in the camera? What the hell, are you spying on me?" "Shit!" gulped Alex as again she waved at him to shut up again. "There's a camera. He saw me?" "It's just the little girl I was babysitting. She's related to my boyfriend," replied Kayla, giving him a look. "Dad, I really wasn't planning on her staying over, but we have to get up early and it's just easier. She just had a little nightmare and a belly ache and needed some air. If you look close in the video, you'll see I was right behind her. It's fine, and I just forgot to turn off the alarm." "Wow, good thinking?" whispered Alex as she gave him the thumbs up. "Fine, one minute dad," said Kayla, rolling her eyes still talking to her father, annoyed. "I have to pee, boot it up and I'll call you right back. Dad I am not leaving the phone sitting there while I pee. Stop being overbearing and give me a minute to pee." "Now what?" said Alex as she hung up and tossed the phone on the bed. "Now what?" Bitched Kayla. "I'll tell you what! Now you're the little girl I'm babysitting, so just shut up, don't give me a hard time and the second I have you ready, put your head on the pillow with your eyes closed." "Umm ok?" gulped Alex as she was really pissed, hurrying into her bathroom. In an instant she was back out with a big paddle brush and a spray bottle as she ripped out his pony tail before immediately dampening his head. He cringed, not wanting to even whine for a moment as she raked through his hair, creating a middle part. Like lightening in went a scrunchie behind each ear, and then he winced when she made it super tight. "Sorry, I have like two minutes and he'll be calling with no patience this time," said Kayla, quickly winding on the left and then a French braid slapped him off the side of his head like he was Dorothy again before she wound on the right. "No problem," said Alex as almost as soon as she said that, the phone rang. "Dad, no one has killed us. I had to pee and where the hell is that ipad again?" said Kayla, rolling her eyes. She walked out of the room, returning with the ipad in her hand, yessing him to death as she stalled, going through some containers. Out came two huge red bows as she attached them to Alex's braids, and then she switched on the ipad, listening to her father lecture her. "Get in bed and lay on your side. Eyes closed and no matter what, keep them shut," whispered Kayla with her hand over the phone as he jumped in and she raisde up the covers. She positioned his hands under the covers to hide his long nails, and then sat one long braid on the pillow and made sure the other braid and the bow were hanging in plain view. She put her big teddy bear in the bed under the covers like he was cuddling it, and then added a pink rabbit. When finally the ipad booted up, she flicked off the lights and headed out of the room, walking her father through every room with the webcam running so he could see the house was secure. When finally he was satisfied that he'd seen all he needed to see, she walked back in the room, switching on only her nightlight and pointing the camera to Alex sleeping in the bed. "See dad, just an adorable little girl in my bed with pigtails and a teddy bear," said Kayla. "Now can I finally go to bed before it's time to get up, and it'll be your fault if I'm too tired to function." Kayla had finally won the battle temporarily with her overprotective father, as she knew he'd be all over her again in the morning. When she walked back into the bedroom ready to climb back in, Alex was fast asleep, hugging her teddy bear as all she could do was chuckle and go to sleep in her father's room. In the morning, she needed a good jolt of coffee and a nice body shower as she awoke early and then rolled over Alex. "Alex, wake up," said Kayla, walking in, waking him up in a bathrobe and her head filled with hot rollers. "Come on, I have to get us moving." Into the bathroom he wandered like a zombie, as she practically pushed him into the shower and lathered his body. As he just stood letting the water beat off him, she worked on her face and then reached in, popping off his nails. She could have probably shaved his head and dressed him in anything he was so tired, he just sat while she lathered his face. "Please just keep your chin up. I have to at least get you looking decent," said Kayla, shaving him. "I don't even feel an ounce of stubble, but I'm doing this anyway just in case." "We're off today," mumbled Alex as she wiped his face. "Come on, I'll let you do whatever to me later and let's just sleep in." "Trust me, we are going to relax big time later, and I already had that planed, thankfully," said Kayla, spreading on some foundation. "But it's a busy morning, and after last night now we can fuck around. Now please just let me finish the basics before they get here." "Before who gets here?" sighed Alex as his eyes popped wide open. "Your dad?" "My aunt Rita and Uncle Mitch," said Kayla as she blended. "My father is sending them. You know he's over protective, and now I have all this extra shit to handle after last night." "What extra shit?" Alex asked as she brushed some blush on him. "I thought he was cool seeing me just tucked away in bed." "He was, and you looked adorable, so don't sweat it," said Kayla, brushing some mascara on him. "But did you forget about setting off the alarm, smashing my phone, killing the car battery and throwing your guts up?" "Well no," sulked Alex as she added just a little pink eye shadow. "But those were all kind of accidents. It's not like I planned on all that." "It's fine, but I didn't plan on half carrying you into the house, scrubbing a toilet or doing laundry in the middle of the night, or honestly needing to help you relive a bit of a pretty childhood you may have missed, but I did it because I love you," said Kayla, lifting his chin and looking into his eyes. "I did even after you threw a few tizzy fits before I could get you to relax, but in the end this is really all about you getting in touch with who you really are, so if I have to wipe your ass to help you then I will, honey." "Kayla, this isn't mmm--" Alex threw up his hands as she interrupted, rubbing a little applicator on his lips. "My color I had on you yesterday?" Kayla squeezed his cheeks and softly kissed her lips against his. "No, its just a little colored gloss. Bubble gum flavor. Like it?" "Well kinda, but," Alex started to say as she twisted his face, looking him over. "What are you doing?" "Just a final check, and then you can have breakfast. I know you must be starving, and I just heard my uncle's car," replied Kayla, turning and stepping into some black lace panties. "They're here already?" gulped Alex, mesmerized as she dropped off her robe for a moment and put on her bra. "It'll be fine, unless you plan on being a brat," said Kayla putting her robe back on and tying it. "They're in their eighties and live a few blocks away, but always check on things for my dad when he travels. Really all you have to do is just be adorable again, but you've got dance class anyway this morning, so either way that was part of the agenda." "You're kidding? I'm not doing that again?" moaned Alex. "Kayla, no way. I'm no little girl." "Coulda' fooled me, and I paid for it already! You know that!" said Kayla, getting pissed, whisking one of his braids into his face. "You damn well are going, and after all the fucking problems you caused yesterday, you better not give my aunt and uncle a hard time, since they'll be driving you there." "They're driving me to dance school?" whined Alex, slumping as Kayla touched up her blush. "Yes, and get up. It's already 6:30, so come down and I made you eggs and the toast you like," Kayla calmed down, tapping his arm to get moving and unscrewing her lipstick, lining her lips. "Please, I still have to dress you, finish getting ready and I know I promised I'd curl your hair, but I'm not sure there's time." "Go down and eat in these pajamas?" sighed Alex, standing up, getting a good look at himself in her old pajamas. "You want them to see me like this?" Alex stared at himself in the pink pajama pants and a white top trimmed in a pink ruffle at the neck line and three quarter red sleeve cuff. At the middle of his chest sat the "Hello Kitty" logo, which was also scattered about, forming at pattern on the pants. Big red bows sat atop his French braided pigtails that she had done in the middle of the night, and his face looked so naturally made up with hints of pale pink at his cheeks and lids. He had a radiant look of a young girl with thick lashes, and hint of shine from her lips with the bubble gum pink soft gloss. He looked at himself, as time flashed back in his mind, to when he had been dressed for Halloween when he was much younger and then Kayla snapped closed her lipstick, awakening his gaze. "Why not? How did you expect to look for breakfast? You look adorable," said Kayla, making a face, pulling him from the bathroom. "Now you stop dilly dallying, because you're not eating in your dress. Get syrup on it and you'll have nothing to wear. Now come on before your breakfast gets cold." "Please Kayla," gulped Alex, following her down stairs. "Fine, I'll go to dance for you, but I can't go without you?" "Sit, and I'll be picking you up," said Kayla, serving him as he sat down. "Trust me, I'd rather be with you, but my father has me taking the car to the dealer for the first appointment at seven, to get everything checked, then I have to run to the mall to get my phone fixed, and then that's without the errands I already had planned. Now just turn on the charm like you did when you called Tony, and trust me you won't have any problems, especially when they see how adorable you are." Alex sat having his breakfast as Kayla got the door and then he looked up, seeing her aunt and uncle. "Oh, she's a cutie," said Aunt Rita, coming over. "Hello dear." "Hi," said Alex shyly. "Thank you." "Isn't she?" smiled Kayla, cleaning some crumbs near him and pouring him another glass of milk. "I'm going to go check every window and every door like your father asked, Kayla," said Uncle Mitch. "What time do I have to leave so I can follow you to the dealership, and then exactly what time should we leave here to get the princess to her class." "You don't need to follow me to the dealership. It was just a battery Uncle Mitch, but that's sweet. I'm seventeen these days you know," Kayla walked over and kissed his cheek. "Now go check everything if it makes you feel better, and I'm going to run and get dressed. Finish eating Dorothy, and when I get back I'll help you get dressed." Alex could barely swallow as he sat eating while being stared at my her aunt as he munched on his eggs. "I bet you are a wonderful dancer, Dorothy," said Aunt Rita. "I myself was quite the waltz-er and I could cut a rug in my day. You taking ballet or jazz or what dear?" "Well, I'm kind of learning a lot of things," Alex replied, mortified. "I'm kind of new at it." "We're never too old to learn I always say, but shame on your mother not enrolling you earlier," said Aunt Rita, appalled. "A pretty little thing like you should be a proud ballerina by now. What are you, maybe eight already?" "Go easy, Aunt Rita." Kayla hurried in, now dressed, pulling hot rollers out of her hair as she ran around the kitchen. "She's been through a lot lately, and this is stressful enough on her." "I'm sorry, dear," said Aunt Rita, walking over and touching his braid. "Sometimes I just can't help but speak my mind." "She means she's an old goat that never shuts up," said Uncle Mitch, walking in as she was tossing the hot rollers all over the counter, scurrying around. "You almost ready, Kayla, so I can follow you. Your father said to get there before it opens." "I told you that you don't need to follow me," Kayla rolled her eyes, putting in her earrings, "but I still need a few minutes." "You're going to the dealership, not the prom, Kayla," said her uncle, tapping his chin as she hurried about and raced into the bathroom just off the kitchen. "I heard that?" yelled Kayla from inside the bathroom as she sprayed her hair. "And I'm not going looking like a wreck. Plus it's not my only stop, but thanks for the compliment. "Leave her be, Mitchell," scolded her aunt. "The girl does everything. She's does every damn thing in this house, and you think there would at least be someone around to help the poor girl." "Where's her so called boyfriend that my nephew says is a loser?" asked Uncle Mitch. "Why isn't that useless kid here to help for a change?" "Again, i heard every word and that's not nice nor a good thing in the presence of an impressionable young lady," smiled Kayla, coming out and squeezing her uncle's face. "Right?" "Sorry, you're right," nodded her uncle. "Sorry princess. We're just grouchy old people, but we love you." "Yes, you are! And thank you," said Kayla in a silly voice as she loved them. "And just so you know, he's no loser! He's a gem and been around a bit, but right now he's a bit wrapped up in something else that he really needs to do. Come Dorothy, if you're done eating, let's go change you, ok?" "Sure," said Alex, having eaten most of his breakfast, but lost any remaining appetite now hearing the comments about him. Upstairs they went and she took him by the hand, quickly pulling off his pajama top and then helping him step out of his pants. When she unfolded his undergarments, he got a really good look at her and then forgot his entire situation, almost drooling as she slipped the bra on him. "Ok just the padded bra for now is enough, and I'll have the inserts with me, so we can change you out of all this after class ok?" said Kayla, sliding it over his arms. "Ok, sure," sighed Alex, staring as she buckled it in the back. "Woowww?" "Oh you like it?" Kayla asked, kneeling with his panties in her hand. "I'm so happy, and let's get these on you. I wasn't sure if you would, but I'm glad you're feeling so much better now. Alex no? Now is definitely not the time?" "Ouucch," yelped Alex, as she slapped away his hand as he touched the soft panties on himself, having turned rock hard. "Sorry, you just..?" "I just have to get moving, and obviously it's not the panties you like!" Kayla scolded him before looking at him and smiling. "What panties?" smiled Alex, touching them. "Oh these? Gorgeous! Sure, I love them?" "Stop, you pig," laughed Kayla. But please calm down, and calm down fast." "I'm sorry. You look incredible," sighed Alex, staring at her. "Thank you," smiled Kayla, pecking a kiss, careful not to get her lipstick on him. "But now I know that maybe next time I should have dressed you before I took the rollers out of my hair." "Sorry, you know I love you in curls, and you look amazing in that dress," said Alex, staring at her body in a tight, light grey dress and black pumps, with her beautifully made up face flanked by loose curls from a side part. "Thank you, and you'll look even prettier in yours," said Kayla, turning around and taking a dress from the bed. "Hands up honey, and if we move fast, I promise you a few curls of your own." As he put his hands up, she dropped a dress over his head, and in an instant he was in a white floral dress. At the front, a huge offset coral pink bow atop thin coral pink satin ribbon that separated the bodice from the knee length skater style skirt. With a high round neckline and fluffy sleeve cap short sleeves, it was clearly a delicate dress for a dainty young girl, as she zipped him up and then took a good look at him. She rolled up the white tights in her hands and then had him step into them as she pulled them up beneath his dress. "Ok, this dress should hide any little issue and looks like you've calmed yourself down now in something so pretty," said Kayla, feeling his boy issue had subsided as she pulled them up tightly, smoothing the crotch and stretching the waistband. "Get your shoes on, and please let's get moving. I'll fix your hair down stairs and then I have to go." Into his little black flats he steped as she took him by the hand and down to the kitchen. "Oh how adorable is that dress on you, Dorothy," said Aunt Rita. "She really is a doll, but those bows just don't match Kayla. You can't send her like that?" "I wasn't, but I'm rushing," said Kayla, hurrying into the bathroom and coming out with two curling irons, plugging them in and running back upstairs. "I have a whole bin up here, so I'm sure I'll have something." Just as fast as she ran up, she came down with two containers filled with hair accessories and then opened them, searching through them. She tossed a few options on the table and then began undoing his braids before tossing a towel over his shoulders, spraying on a damp liquid brushing. "You know your uncle is honking dear," said Aunt Rita. "Just go and let him follow you, or you will be late." "I can't be late," said Kayla, glancing at the clock. "If I am, it will back up my whole day and I obviously can't be late to pick her up. Sorry Dorothy. I know I promised you curls, but I'm just going to fix your braids for now." "Kayla, I have three granddaughters you know," said Aunt Rita, grabbing the brush from her. "Go honey and I'll handle this." "No, I couldn't ask that, Aunt Rita," said Kayla, rapidly brushing. "And your granddaughters are older than me?" "You're not asking dear," said her aunt, stopping her. "It would be my pleasure, and I'm volunteering. In fact, I'm pulling rank on you. Now don't piss off your elders and go honey." "Ok, you're the best," said Kayla, hugging her and then squeezing Alex's hand and giving a wink. "Have fun in dance and see you after, ok?" "Come, Dorothy," said Aunt, Rita pulling out the plugs from the irons and taking his hand. "I'll have Mitchell drop us at my house. It's on the way, and then by the time he follows Kayla there and comes back, I'll have you ready for class." "Oh, I think I'll be fine if you can just help braid these again please, or if not I can make a pony," said Alex, not liking the sound of that. "It'll be fine." "When I'm done it will be," said Aunt Rita, yanking him a bit. "Now you come at once young lady." Kayla backed out of the driveway, not even realizing Alex was being led from the house and then inside Uncle Mitchell's old Impala they went. It was only a few minutes ride and then he found himself being led inside an old ranch with Aunt Rita as Uncle Mitch sped away to catch up with Kayla. He looked up at the old grandfather clock, realizing it wasn't even seven am yet, and then she brought him into a large kitchen with old fashioned white appliances. From the counter she wheeled over an old bar stool, placing it right in front of the sink and having him hop up on it. She left for a moment and then returned with a big sheet, dropping it over his dress and almost wrapping him like a mummy. Once she was happy that he'd sat nice and clean, she slid on some plastic gloves and then began covering his head in a stinky green glue. Once she worked it into her liking, she began combing through every section on the left and then followed on the right. It was almost like he could feel it tingling on his head, and then she dropped his head back into the sink, rinsing it in cool water and then when she rung the moisture from his head, she coated it again in something. He no longer felt the comb struggle through the tangles, and then within a minute or two she had the middle part perfectly laid out to her liking. Almost worse than the tangles was her tugging before he sat she stretched a clear band on the right before she tightly wound it into his hair. He was already used to being in pigtails, except these felt so much higher once she finished the other side, and then she opened a basin filled with small green plastic curlers. "Lean back and just keep your eyes away from this, honey," said Aunt Rita, filling her hand with a huge mound of foam as she worked it in on each side. She pulled out a small section now on the right, combing through it three or four times until she was satisfied and then coated the strand in another weird substance before winding in the roller. He felt like a science experiment, as the gooey chemicals were greased to his hair and then eventually he could feel the weight of his hair hanging in the sink before she repeated the other side. It took maybe only ten minutes until she sat him back up and then next thing he knew she wheeled over a suit case and snapped it open. Up went a long tube and then she stretched open the attached plastic bonnet, dropping it over his head. None of this was anything he ever expected, as the hot air came blasting on and then she unwrapped the sheet, allowing his left hand free. She inspected his nails before bringing over a small snack table and then proceeded to file and shape them while she cooked his hair. When the air turned cool it felt amazingly refreshing, and then he caught a whiff of a scent he knew all too well from Kayla, as he watched her stroke a vibrant pink across his thumb. There was little he could do but sit back and get his nails done as the dryer rotated from hot to cold, and then finally Uncle Mitch came in as Alex sat with his fingers extended. "So we need to be done here, Rita," said Uncle Mitch in a huff. "I made sure the big princess was all set at the dealership, but now we've got a long ride to deliver the little one. We've got to get moving please. It's forty five minute with no traffic." "Ok. She's dry enough anyway and don't drive like your eighty and we'll make it easily," said Rita, turning off the dryer, feeling his hair and pulling away the cape fully. "Just sit with your fingers extended dear, and we'll let your hair cool down naturally on the ride." "Oh sure," said Alex, realizing he was about to leave the house with his pigtails in curlers. "Go start the car Mitchell, and we'll be right out," Aunt Rita told him, pulling out a series of pink bows and some ribbon, matching them against his dress and then holding them near his head and analyzing. "Head still and look straight ahead, Dorothy." All Alex could think about now was he would again be trapped into dance as the curlers were bouncing off his left cheek, as Aunt Rita was jerking his head tightly, binding his new, large accessories to his head. It didn't take long and then he held his breath as she sprayed his head until it seemed like the can ran dry before she finished. When the fumes finally cleared, he followed her out with his damp fingers extended as she belted him in the back of the car. He swallowed hard seeing his reflection in the car window as he stared out, seeing a huge satin pink bow atop a pink ribbon that hung behind his ear. He had a lot of time to think about everything he'd been through this weekend already during the long trip, answering politely when spoken to, as he was stuck as a little princess. In his mind, he wanted to focus on the images of Kayla looking hot, but instead felt so dainty looking down at himself in a soft floral print dress. Mercifully they finally arrived as the forty minute drive took a good hour, but they were still early enough that it still wasn't time for his class. Into the family restroom of the mall she dragged him and then she leaned him back against the vanity, every so carefully undoing the roller from his hair. As each roller was tossed into her little case, he could feel his hair spring up like a slinky and then after six or seven coils on each side, it was over as she spun him towards the mirror. "Oh gawddd," gulped Alex, watching her from behind put her index finger inside each sausage roll type curl and then hold it away from the pack of coils, individually spraying them one by one. He was now at the point where he'd sign for eleven, but this version of Dorothy was more like a porcelain doll than a tween as he stood, almost not believing his eyes. "Touch up your lips sweetie, and let me check those lashes," said Aunt Rita, as Alex opened his little white pocketbook and unscrewed his bubble gum gloss. She inspected every stroke of the applicator, and then she took out her eye lash curler, turning him towards her. For someone watching a seemingly young girl, she was already much rougher than Kayla, squeezing his lashes and then adding a few coats of mascara. One more time she checked his bow, tightening the ribbon and then he stood, moving his head slightly, watching the coils bounce from their pigtail stems. "Ok, they're good, Dorothy," said Aunt Rita, softly touching his head. "If you do a good job shaking that pretty little tushie of yours in class, then that'll be the real test, but I'm sure they'll be fine. You look precious, honey." From the mall bathroom she took him now across the foyer and to the dance school, checking in as they got there. "Hi she has a private classed scheduled," said Aunt Rita. "My niece said it's under Alessio?" "Oh hello, Miss Alessio," said the girl, reading the notes. "I've been trying to call the contact all morning, a Kayla and left several messages." "Yes, that's my niece?" said Aunt Rita. "I'm the great aunt let's say. Is there a problem?" "Well, unfortunately yes," said the girl. "Her private instructor had a little fender bender, but he will be here in a little while. I'm sorry you're here so early, but we left two messages so you wouldn't come so early." "Oh so then we'll just be delayed slightly?" asked Aunt Rita. "Well a bit more than slightly, ma'am," Answered the young girl. "Her instructor won't be here for a few hours, and I don't have the private room available again until eleven. We have her booked for then, ma'am." "That is completely unacceptable," yelled Aunt Rita. "We got up at the crack of dawn and drove almost an hour. Get her another instructor immediately." "Ma'am, this was a car accident, and I left two messages," replied the girl, all frazzled. "All we have is a group session. If you'd like, we can have her participate in that since we inconvenienced you?" "Oh then you won't charge us for that, and she'd still have her regular session at eleven?" "Yes ma'am," smiled the girl intimated. "The only issue would be she'd need to change into ballet shoes to go into that dance studio. She wouldn't happen to have them with her, or if you don't we could lend her some?" "Lend them. No thank you. Honestly, I find that unsanitary?" said Aunt Rita, being difficult. "What is this, a bowling alley?" "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help, Mrs. Allesio," said the girl. "I understand young lady, and its' Mrs. Lawson. Now, I know you are and that none of this is your fault," said Aunt Rita, taking out her credit card. "Outfit her accordingly for the class. I see you have some lovely dance wear here, so hopefully you have her size since she's a bit tall for her age." "Oh certainly. We have everything all the way up to adult sizes," said the girl. "I'll give you the maximum discount, since we've troubled you, and if you'll like I think I have something that would match her bows beautifully." "Oh how wonderful! She's so excited about how her hair turned out today, and I do appreciate the excellent customer service now," said Aunt Rita. "But please, more important than money is that I don't want her to feel any less special or different than the other young ladies in class." "Of course, ma'am. Come honey," said the salesgirl, taking him by the hand. "I promise I'll return with the prettiest ballerina you've ever seen in no time." Before he even knew what hit him, Alex was brought to the back and then they stopped as she pulled a package of stockings from a peg wall. She then had him sit on a bench taking off one of his shoes before measuring his shoes, and then handed them back to him. She looked through some shelves of shoe boxes until she found what she was looking for, and again took him by the hand, leading him to a small dressing room. "Let me go find a few options, have your aunt approve of one and then I'll be right back with your outfit," said the girl, unzipping the back of his dress and checking the size. "Just change your tights and put on your shoes, or did you need me to stay and help you with that, sweetie?" "No, I can handle that," said Alex, in a whiney voice. "Of course you can, honey?" said the girl with a smile, not liking his tone, rolling her eyes as she closed the door before uttering to herself. "Freaking brat." As she closed the dressing room style door, he stood there annoyed, being treated like a little girl, wanting to bang his head on the wall and growing angry. He kicked off his shoes and then lifted his dress, pulling down his tights with some anger. "Oh shit," shrieked Alex, hearing a rip, looking down and realizing he had caught them on his little bracelet. He tossed them to the side now, trying to keep his composure and then more carefully ripped open the new package, rolling them up cautiously in his hands. He tugged and manipulated them tightly up under his dress, making sure not to rip this pair and then opened the shoe box, seeing the pink ballet slippers. Reluctantly on his feet they went, and then in came the girl in a huff, holding a big bag. "Oh you did it honey," said the girl, placing it on a hook and not even asking, beginning to pull his dress over his head. "Ok let's get this off you, because class is about to begin, and I'm sure you'll love what auntie picked." "Ohhh," sighed Alex, standing in his bra and tights, seeing the sea of pink crinoline coming off the hanger. "I know, right?" said the girl, kneeling down and holding it open. "This is one of my favorites, too. Step in, and let me guide it up, princess." He was screaming as loud as he could inside without anything but a whimper leaving his throat in the small dressing room, as a girl probably about his actual age or even younger, was helping him into his dress and treating him like spoiled middle school girl. When she guided it up over his hips and then stretched his arms inside the long sleeves, he realized it had an attached under bottom buried under this fluffy skirt that now dug directly into his tucked privates and into the crack of his ass, as she snugged it up tightly. "How cute are you, missy. Chin up, please?" said the girl, oddly twisting his neck to the left and then the right, unscrewing his studs before lifting his wrist to undo his bracelet. "I'll put these in a zip lock bag and then in your pocketbook, ok?" "Umm," replied Alex, confused. "Ok." "You're outfit comes with these earrings and clips," said the girl, snapping a clip on his hair near each temple and then looping the earrings through his holes. "No bracelets in class, especially like yours, because these outfits are so delicate and rip if you even sneeze too hard, so we don't allow anything that could catch onto them." "Yeah I kind of know that?" said Alex, before looking over at himself, almost freaking as she saw his full reflection. "Oh my gawwwdd!" "Did you rip your tights?" The girl looked down at his legs, seeing his dismay. "Oh I told you to wait for me. Now we have to take everything off." "Nnn..Nooo," said Alex, ready to cry. "JJjj....just the ones I came in." "Oh, the white ones?" asked the girl, letting out a sigh of relief. "Ok well if we have any more in your size I'll put them in your dance bag before I give it to your aunt. In the meantime, we need to hurry up and get you out there before they kill me, because you're holding up the whole ballet class." "Ballet class?" sighed Alex, as she dragged him from the room. Could this get any crazier he wondered, as he was brought inside a room with mirrors on every wall, suddenly about to take part in a starter ballet class. He was the tallest kid there, a good six inches taller than the next tallest girl, as a voluptuous young twentyish teacher was placing them where she wanted. He tried to stare at her boobs or tight ass and not focus on his current predicament, but that wasn't easy as he looked at his legs in big tights and ballet slippers below layers of crinoline. With some girls in just leotards and simple tutus and others even more dressed up in elaborate dance costumes, he had been thrust into the class as just another ballerina in training. As the teacher asked them to stretch and follow her movements, he lifted his arms upward in his tight pale pink leopard top and could only stare at himself for a moment now. Across the chest of the outfit, little pink rhinestones spelled out "Ballerina" in a Pristina script, and then beneath it three layers of matching crinoline formed a dangling tutu like skirt. At the cuffs of his long sleeves and the edge of the skirt, small pink feathers added an element of softness, and some glitter from beneath the layers of crinoline shone in the light. He did his best to point his toes, lifting them inside the ballet slippers just like all the other girls, and then finally a moment to breathe as she allowed them to drop their arms. Just these little movements sent his new earrings to swing ever so delicately as he could now see that they were ballet slipper earrings in pink and silver, that reverberated front his curls. With even the slightest movement of his face or body, his tight sausage rolls ringlets bounced and sprung continuously beneath enormous pink silk bows that glistened in the mirrors, and then when he finally got past that distraction, he could read that the pink snapped in clips at each temple also read "Ballerina" just like his leotard. Being taken to dance was bad enough, but bad had turned to unbearable, yet all he could do was gesture softly in the most feminine way his body would allow, just trying to get through the class without incident. One hour had become two, as girls complained when they grew tired, yet the teacher was tough, pressing on and not listening to any whining. He was actually very sore, using muscles he never did even in track, until finally it ended and then he walked outside, never happier to see Kayla waiting for him. "Oh Alex," Kayla said, seeing him walk out and running over and hugging him. "Oh my gawwdd, honey." "I'm so happy to see you." Alex squeezed her. "I'm so sorry. That I would never have made you do, but you were amazing," said Kayla, holding his hands and looking into his eyes. "But really, now I'm kind of glad you did?" "You saw me?" asked Alex, embarrassed. "Ah yeah? We all did?" said Kayla, pointing to the window. "Parent viewing, and I videoed some of it with my new phone. I upgraded, and the pictures are amazing on this," Say cheese, ballerina?" "Please stop," whined Alex. "I'm not a ballerina." "Well, according to your outfit or these pretty clips, I do beg to differ, dance school girl," teased Kayla, backing up and taking another picture. "Oh my gawd, I just can't stop looking at you like this. Being pretty is one thing, Dorothy another, but even I cannot get over you that you can pull this off." "Like I can?" replied Alex. "Then again? You did look adorable in the half bun yesterday?" said Kalya, looking at her phone and scrolling through pictures. "Imagine if that little Todd saw you now?" "Kayla, do not go there!" whined Alex. "Please, can I change and leave now. Where are your aunt and uncle?" "Gone, and you know what?" said Kayla, taking his hand as they walked away. "What's even more impressive is that you suckered my cheap ass aunt to buy you this outfit. Damn, you must have turned on the charm." "I really have no idea how that happened. She was arguing, and the next thing I knew I was in this, but where are you dragging me now?" asked Alex as they walked back into the main mall. "Please, let me change into my dress at least." "Not that I'm complaining that you can't wait to be in the cute dress I bought you, but seriously?" smiled Kayla, squeezing his hand. "I have to enjoy a little time with you like this! You're just way way too adorable to pass up letting you change so fast." "Please, Kayla," said Alex, looking down, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone as they walked by him. "I'm in some kind of tutu and ballet slippers. I don't think they were meant for walking around the mall like this?" "Interesting that you're worried about ruining your ballet shoes?" teased Kayla, pulling him along. "I didn't know they meant that much to you that you'd be wearing them again?" "You know that's not what I meant," replied Alex. "Well I'm not a mind reader you know?" said Kayla, rolling her eyes. "But you're still way too pretty in that to waste a chance for me to show you off." "To who?" Alex asked. "To the people that are doing the shots for the mall," said Kayla, dragging him inside an office inside the mall. "They're shooting girl's day from dance school, and if they use your shot, I get $100 off your dress at Lulu's, which is so expensive. Looking as cute as you do in a Lulu's dance tutu and I'm sure my aunt will be hitting me up for the $50 she just spent on you for this outfit, then hopefully they like what they see, and I'll be ahead of the game for a change." "You're saying the mall will be taking pictures of me like this?" asked Alex, freaking out. "For their ads?" "Well yes and no," said Kayla. "Not exactly the mall, but the dance school's program for the mall. Those were already taken during class because Aunt Rita signed the waver, so there's a good chance your pigtails will be in their new mall flyer, but yes, the next shots would be for the mall's own stuff." "Oh my gawwwdd," said Alex. "Please, no more pictures." "What's the difference at this point?" laughed Kayla. "You've done so many now, and I heard about the wall of hotties." "Please don't remind me," grumbled Alex. "What if my friends see any of these, especially this ballerina thing?" "I didn't realize you had that many friends that live this far away and take dance?" teased Kayla. "Well, I guess not," Alex felt slightly better. "And what are the odds they'd picked me anyway?" "Oh, the tall girl from the class! I love her look," yelled a man, hurrying over. "I'm so glad you brought her here, Miss." "Oh, you're welcome," said Kayla. "So she's of interest?" "Of interest!"? said the man, lifting Alex's chin and looking all around his face. "Hurry, sign here, and we've got so many things I could do with her. We're doing a kid's runway later, in the west end of the end of the mall this afternoon and I have nine girls ready to go, and ten is perfect. Come doll. Let's do some test shots. I'd like to see you as in sweet little Cowgirl outfit with those curls?" "Oh I didn't realize that's what you were doing?" said Kayla, reading the document and grabbing Alex without signing. "She's not runway material, and I prefer she's not exploited like that. Thanks anyway." "You just scared the shit out of me, Kayla," mumbled Alex as she dragged him out. "Yeah, I know, but you were becoming a bit of a spoiled brat, so you needed it," smiled Kayla. "So then you were kidding about the dance school pictures too?" Alex asked. "Ahh no that was real, and if you gave me a hard time like I heard you gave the young girl that dressed you in dance school, or my aunt about doing ballet, then you'd be in Cowgirl boots already," replied Kayla, seriously. "Now we're going to ratchet down any morning bullshit before this entire day gets any further off track, because I'm on like two hours sleep after yesterday, so if I tell you to jump in stilettos, I expect you to only ask how high?" "Yes of course. Understood," nodded Alex. "Good, and I can't believe she even polished your nails'. said Kayla, inspecting them. "Not my favorite pink, but I'll fix that later. Now, let's go have some cake and see if you'd learned anything after two dance classes." "Cake?" asked Alex, all confused. "Yes, one of the mother's from you dance class invited everyone to the party place for some cake," said kayla. "It's just an impromptu to party with some of her daughter's friends from dance, and they're singing happy birthday and having some cake." "But I'll never see those kids again and a few of them are like half my age," said Alex. "Probably not," smiled Kayla. "But I love cake, there's some kiddie pop dancing in a party room, and what did we just talk about like thirty seconds ago." "Oh?" gulped Alex. "I mean it's always nice to meet new friends, and I'd love to show you what I've learned in dance." "That's my girl," said Kayla, smiling as they walked down the wing. He gave her no trouble as they went in and danced to the three or four pop songs with about twenty girls of varying ages while she socialized with the mothers and teenagers. When the music stopped, he sat at the table singing happy birthday and having cake with a cone like pink party hat atop his head, and then she was true to her word that this would be short lived, as it was no more than forty five minutes until she walked him back to the dance school for his private lesson. In he went with no opposition, dancing again like he did last night and then when it was over, she had a long talk with the instructor while she sent him back to change. It was like heaven to remove the outfit's lycra wedgie from the crack of his ass as he changed back into his floral dress without any fuss. Instead of tights though, in his dance bag were little white ankle socks that he slid on his feet and then pulled on his flats. When he walked out carrying his dance bag, all Kayla did was smile, straightening his dress and then opened the dance bag, taking out his outfit, refolding it and checking he had everything. She brought him to Applebee's to have a basic lunch as they sat sharing each other's company and casual conversation. "So I talked to your dance teacher for quite a while when you were changing?" said Kayla, munching a French fry. "Oh?" said Alex. "Well you're doing ok, but I had him add one more class for you tomorrow?" said Kayla. "You ok with that?" "Are you freaking...," Alex caught himself. "Uuumm yes. Sure, I can do this again no problem if you want me too. But could you bring me and get me ready?" "Why I think Aunt Rita made your hair adorable?" teased Kayla. "I love the pigtails and ringlets on you." "Umm sure if that's what you want me to do," said Alex, reaching up and squeezing one. "But they don't even feel like hair. You squeeze them and they pop right back like they are rubber. I'd rather you curl my hair." "If I curl your hair, you might need to wear a rubber or you'll soil your panties'. Joked Kayla. "You practically jerked off in front of me when I took out my hot rollers." "Sorry, you looked so hot," sighed Alex, staring at her and biting his lip. "And the soft silk...." "And did you forget we're in a restaurant?" smiled Kayla, kicking him under the table. "And you look so precious, young lady." "Umm yes," said Alex, shaking off his thoughts and running his hands across his dress, composing himself. "Sorry. Thank you." "No, thank you, honey. I love when you're so sweet," nodded Kayla, reaching over, rubbing his arm softly and then reaching up, squeezing one of his springy rolls and smiling. "But pretty as they are... you're right these things almost feel fake?" "Is that good or bad?" sighed Alex, biting his chicken fingers. "I'm not exactly sure, but it's the result that matters," Kayla answered, biting her straw. "But either way, I think you learned a lot again today already, so after lunch I'm gonna guess you're ready to change and we can attempt to advance our relationship again?" "Yes, please," nodded Alex. "I'd like that very much." "Me too," said Kayla. "And it's not that I didn't notice how cute you looked in those ankle socks, but you did seem to avoid mentioning what happened to the tights I bought you?" "I figured you noticed?" smiled Alex, sipping his soda, getting embarrassed and shaking his bracelet on his wrist. "I kind of caught them on the bracelet taking them off. Sorry, but this is what they gave me to replace them." "It's fine, and again all I expect is you telling me more things," said Kayla, looking into his eyes. "Opening up to me?" "Ok, well," said Alex, looking down. "Weird as it seems and as scared as I've been, I'm glad in a way I could see things from this perspective." "Oh Alex!" Kayla put her hand on her heart. "Finally! That's wonderful, honey." "And if I wasn't terrified changing into a ballerina without you, and not that I ever want to do ballet again, but I have to admit the actual dance classes have been kind of fun," said Alex as Kayla reached out, taking his hand under the table. "The soft movements and big dress... well it did bring back some nice memories of me with my mother when I was Belle. I never felt like I was her daughter or anything weird like that, but we used to be so close. These days all we do is fight." "You're going to make me cry Alex, and I know all she wants is to be close to you to," said Kayla, getting a little choked up. "She loves you, maybe more than you know." "No, I know she does," nodded Alex softly, looking down nervously and playing with his food. "And I'm sorry if this is getting too deep." "You kidding! Look at me Alex," said Kayla, squeezing his hand and making him look up. "I love this side of you, and you can't imagine how important this is to me with you sharing these feelings. It means everything for us and our future." "Ok," said Alex, fighting his own emotions. "I'm glad then." "Me too, but please know I didn't want you terrified and feeling alone without me," said Kayla. "I know sometimes I've been a bit tough on you to help you get where we are emotionally, but remember when I first dressed you and you were freaking out that you said you might not be more comfortable in pigtails and pretty dress. That's really all it was? So why were you terrified?" "Kayla a strange girl was stuffing me into a leotard and tutu like I was any other little ballerina, and just missed touching me in a place two or three times where something shouldn't be stuffed away," Alex explained as she could see the tension on his face, just saying it. "Wouldn't you be terrified too about possibly being discovered that you weren't the little girl you were supposed to be?" "I'm so sorry, Alex. I won't leave you again like that!" said Kayla, wiping one of her eyes with a napkin and trying to keep it together and then taking a breath, composing herself. "So what do you say? I'll pay the bill and then we can go find the ladies room like we did last night, so I can have my teenage friend back?" "I'd love that," said Alex, feeling so much better. "A lot." "Good, because I'm kind of curious what the hell I can do with your hair once I brush out those sausage roll coils, but I'm thinking you'll get your wish for some type of curls?" said Kayla, swishing her cheeks, thinking and signaling the waitress. "Check, please." "Well, my wish was more about you in sexy curls, not me?" said Alex. "You mean until this weekend, right?" teased Kayla. "But don't worry, I have been thinking about what type of curls to rock when we go out partying on the eve of your birthday tomorrow, and I've got a few very sexy things in mind." "Sexy?" asked Alex, all curious. "You talking about on you, or me?" "Both, silly?" Kayla replied, looking him up and down and thinking. "Rrrr..really?" Alex replied, leaning back and twisting one of his curls between his fingers. "Now stop worrying, and leave the worrying to me, pretty girl," said Kayla, pulling his hand away from his curls and stretching one all the way towards her and holding it out taut, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "I know how to do sexy as well as anyone, and while you've been thinking about how far I'll go to give you some ringlets, I've been thinking about how far I'll go for you once you let me do them." When she let go of his hair, it snapped right back against his face, as he almost couldn't breathe, staring at her. "Please Kayla, don't get me too excited in this dress," Alex begged, almost drooling and feeling a shiver down his spine, which only made him get more excited feeling his coils shaking off his cheeks. "That sounds like so much more than curls." "Well yeah, and that was always part of our deal, right?" said Kayla, biting her lip sexily and looking at him like he was a piece of meat. "It's a big birthday soon, and I know how much you've pressured me to get a little more adventurous, so if you keep opening up for me, than I'll keep opening up for you." "Maybe don't pay that check so fast. I think I need a minute before I get up please," said Alex, squeezing the napkin in his hands to wipe away the sweat from his palms, and then touching his forehead with it. "I'll take that when you're ready, miss," said the waitress, putting down the check on the table and then looking over at Alex, sizing him up while Kayla was reading it. "Hey did you happen to do a picture with Santa in a gold dress yesterday?" "She did?" said Kayla, surprised. "Were you there too?" "Well yes, I've taken my kids as well, but I almost didn't recognize her with her hair like that?" said the waitress, gathering some plates. "It's very cute on you, sweetie." "Oh thank you," said Alex, being polite. "My son would be in love with her if he saw her in those curls," said the waitress, arranging it all to carry it. "He's already got a crush on her from seeing her with her hair half up in that gold dress this morning, and if you don't mind, can I ask where you got that dress? Not that you don't look beautiful now honey, but it was stunning on her." "Well thanks, I fell in love with it when I saw it too, and it's from Justice, but I'm a bit confused?" Kayla asked. "She sat with Santa yesterday, and didn't you just say he saw her this morning in it?" "Oh I'm sorry. If you didn't know it, she's popular on the mall's Jumbo Tron," said the waitress. "They play a lot of the Santa pictures on a loop, and she's one of a dozen shots they play out there all day and on their website. Have you ever considered her doing some modeling? There's a place in the west wing always looking for girls like her." "Oh thanks, and they've approached us, but right now she's got some growing up to," said Kayla, tossing some bills down atop the check. "It was wonderful talking to you though, and I'm going to assume you're now more than ready to get going, Alex?" "Yes please," Alex replied, no longer feeling anything, trying to push free. "Polite, pretty and that's awfully generous, Miss," said the waitress, counting the money as they got up while she finished clearing the table. "Did you need any change?" "Grab your dance bag and pocketbook Alex, and no," smiled Kayla, taking Alex by the hand. "You've been wonderful, and thanks for the heads up on the Santa shot." "It's my pleasure, and please come again," said the waitress. "If the kids were older, I'd be begging you for a date with my son, but I'd rather not feed into his crushes already, if it's even possible not to?" "Oh... boys, I completely understand! This one is always thinking about things I wish she wasn't, and is a magnet for boys these last few days like you can't believe?" Kayla flipped her wrist before stopping. "Exactly how old is he, out of curiosity?" "Oh he'll be eleven in January, and I can't even believe I'm saying this, but here's a picture of him if it's something you might think about?" Maybe even a play date or something. I think they'd be cute together," smiled the waitress, putting down the dishes and flipping her phone around. "How old is she anyway?" "Older than you think, but not ready for a boyfriend just yet," winked Kayla. "Have a nice day."