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SETTLING INTO A NEW LIFE -or- IF I HAD A WORKD OF MY OWN, EVERYTHING WOULD BE NONSENSE "Wake-y, wake-y, eggs and bac-y!!" Ed laughed as he clapped his hands loudly to wake up the five girls and John who were sprawled on inflatable beds in the living room. "What time is it?" Annie groaned. She'd had a long day the day before - the excitement of her first time traveling without her mother, the hustle and bustle of the airport, the time change and the excitement of being in California - and was in a deep sleep when Ed began his noisy start to the day. "6:00. Rise and shine!" "6:00!?!? Why are we getting up at 6:00?" "To go to Disneyland!" Ed said with exaggerated enthusiasm, but that was all it took. Suddenly, all of the kids were moving quickly. "There's toilets and showers in all three bedrooms and the lav in the hallway, too. Hustle, ladies! Rosie is making pancakes, eggs and bacon. Big day! Big day!" Within a half hour, there were five teenaged girls and John with wet hair and the sound of hair dryers and the smell of singed hair, hairspray and body wash filled the apartment. Ed had never seen so much preparation-business going on simultaneously. There was makeup being applied, hair being brushed and braided and fluffed and small backpacks being loaded with wallets, cosmetics and feminine hygiene products. "How's it going out there?" Rose asked as he entered the kitchen. "It's like nothing I've never seen! They're all so focused and hardworking. It's pretty odd!" Rose chuckled. "They're still girls, Ed. They're focused. They're excited about going to Disneyland and they want to look as cute as possible. You never know who you'll meet there. Maybe a celebrity or, maybe just a cute guy that looks at you and makes your heart flutter." Ed smirked. "I'd like to meet a guy that looks at me and makes my heart flutter. I've noticed that my social life is no better as a gay man than it was a straight one." Rose smiled and kissed his cheek. "You'll always have me, big guy." Ed smiled. "Thanks, Rosie. That means a lot to me." "Want a couple of pancakes?" "No. They smell great, but I'll wait for the girls to eat before I have some." Rose put the platter of flapjacks on the table and shook her head. "There may not be any left after they have their way with them." "Rosie," Ed shook his head, "I doubt that any of them will eat more than one. You must have made twenty." "Twenty four, actually, but, I warn you, they won't last." The entry bell had sounded several times, but Ed had assumed that one of the girls would answer it. It sounded again and Ed shook his head. "Don't they hear that?" "Probably not." Ed hurried to the video screen and pushed the button. "Hi, Blaine. Sorry for the wait. Come on up." Minutes later, Blaine and his mother, Joanne, were coming into the condo. All the girls called out 'hellos' to the handsome boy, who smiled and waved. Ella grabbed Blaine's hand and pulled him into the madness of young, females preparing for a day together. There was makeup and hair products and tools of all kinds scattered everywhere around the room. When Blaine reached him, John looked as if he was trying to push a scissor into his eye. "Bebe, what are you doing?" John smiled and looked at his boyfriend. "I'm curling my eyelashes." Blaine shook his head. "Why? They're beautiful as is." "You're only saying that because they're always curled when you see me." John laughed. "If you want me to look cute, then I have to do a lot of work before I see you." He smiled as he pulled the device away from his eye and kissed Blaine's cheek. Joanne put her bag down and laughed, "Oh, my goodness, Ed. Look at the mess they've made here. You get them all into the kitchen to eat. I'll take care of this." "Don't worry about it, Joanne." Ed looked at the wasteland that Bebe and company had created in his living room. "We are not even looking at that mess until everyone goes home on Monday night." "Ed!" She sounded horrified. "You'll have rats by Monday night! I'll just fold the clothes and pick up the trash. I've had breakfast. You deal with the kids." He shrugged. "Ok, ladies and Blaine, let's go have breakfast." He clapped his hands and ushered them into the kitchen. They all filed in, talking and giggling the whole way. Joanne went to work in the living room, folding blankets, folding discarded clothes, picking up stray pieces of popcorn, putting dirty glasses on an end table to bring into the kitchen when she'd finished picking up. "Can I help you, Joanne?" She turned to see Bebe standing behind her, looking radiant in her light blue, half-sleeved sundress with the lace edging on the ends of the sleeve, around the scooped neck and the mid-thigh hem. "Bebe?" Joanne was surprised. The kids had only been in the kitchen for a three or four minutes. "You look lovely, darlin'." That last word was the first time that John had heard any trace of Joanne's Florida Pan- Handle heritage. It was pretty - lilting - sweet. "Thank you." John blushed. He looked behind him to be sure they were alone. Then he moved a step closer and looked as if he were about to speak, but nothing came out. Joanne saw him struggling. "What is it, dear?" She took John's hands in hers. "What is it, dear?" she asked again when nothing was forthcoming. "I... I just wanted to say... thank you," John spoke quietly. Joanne smiled. "There's no need to thank me, dear. You're a beautiful young woman and my son loves you. I just reminded him of that." John smiled, but he needed to say some more. "Joanne... I know I'm not..." Joanne stopped him. "Where's your room, Bebe? I'd like to see it." Surprised by her change of topic, John pointed down the hall. "Umm... down the hall. Second door on the left. Here, I'll show you." John led the woman into his room. "I know it's not very fancy." He indicated the scarcity of furniture in the room. "We don't know how long we'll be here, so..." he heard the click of the bedroom door closing. When he turned, Joanne's hand was just leaving the door nob. "Come, sit on the bed with me for a moment, dear." Joanne sat and pat the bed next to her. John joined her and sat where she'd pat the bed. Again, Joanne took his hands in hers. She smiled at him, then said, "Bebe, you never, ever, need to apologize for who you are." John smiled. Joanne released one hand and ran her finger around his ear, tucking his hair behind it. "But," John started to say, "I know that you're disappointed with me..." "No, Bebe," she sounded more stern than John expected. "Didn't you hear me. You never, ever apologize for who you are. You could never disappoint me just by being yourself." John smiled, both relieved and surprised by such acceptance from Blaine's mom. "Thank you, Joanne." "Have you had conversations with your mom or your sister about all of this?" John shrugged a little. "Yes and no. We were living in our house on Cale Cod when we, well, when I found out. I think my mom was just hoping I could cope with everything. I think she kinda felt guilty. Like it was her fault or something. And Nancy, my sister, she's the one who noticed that my hips and chest didn't look right, well, she didn't stay with us last summer because she was working. So... I guess Rose and Ed were the only ones I could really talk to." "No therapy or anything?" "Oh, Yeah, I spoke to a therapist a couple of times, but, to be honest, I usually felt worse after speaking to her. She always talked about 'accepting myself,' which wasn't really the problem. I was just stuck with all these changes - I accepted that." "Stuck?" Joanne looked horrified that he'd used that word. "You don't mean that, do you, Bebe?" He shrugged, again. "Yeah, I think I do." "Bebe," Joanne smiled and held his hands tightly, "if you look at what makes up our genetic material, all the millions and millions of atoms that we are made of, then we are all nearly exactly the same, but there is a teeny, tiny bit out of all those millions of atoms that makes us different, too - and what makes us different, makes us us." John nodded and considered what she was saying. "Look at my eyes, baby. What color are they?" "They're brown," John replied. "And yours are green. Does that make us different?" John smiled. "No." "Well, my love, it's the same kind of little changes in our DNA makeup that give us different eye colors that also give us our other characteristics and that is what makes us us. Are you proud of your beautiful green eyes." "I don't know if 'proud' is exactly the right word. I mean, I think they're ok..." "Ok!? Bebe, they're gorgeous, and you can't fool me. Your eyes are always made up beautifully. You're proud of them, aren't you?" John smiled. "I guess I am." "Good. You should be. I'm proud of my eyes, too, darling." There was that touch of that sweet, southern drawl, again. John liked that. "And you know what else I'm proud of, my beautiful, beautiful child?" She waggled her head and brought her nose close to John's. John giggled at her sweetness. "What?" The word was broken by quiet laughter. "I'm proud of my boobs," she whispered and grinned. John's mouth hung open in amused shock, then morphed into a huge grin. "And my butt, and my thighs and my hips..." By now, Joanne's forehead was pressed against John and they were both laughing. "I'm serious," Joanne grinned. "My genetics gave me a good body and I exercise and diet and work hard to look good and I'm proud of that. You told me that you recently lost a lot of weight and you're, obviously, proud of that. You wear flattering clothes and always have your hair and makeup looking 'just so.' Now, I know that a year ago you never would have expected that this is where your life would have taken you, but this is where you are, right?" John nodded. Joanne gently tweaked John's nose, "Then be proud of all of you, Bebe. You are a beautiful, talented, intelligent young woman. Be proud of who you are. 'All' of 'who you are.' Ok?" John's smile could not be bigger. "Ok. Thank you, Joanne." "Don't be silly, Bebe." John looked a bit more serious. "But, Joanne..." "What, dear?" "I know we're still young and all, but..." he couldn't think of a comfortable way of saying what he wanted to say. "You're concerned about marriage and children and all that, right?" Joanne's smile was so natural and calming. "I am... I mean, I know that's a long way off, but..." "...but you love Blaine, right?" John nodded. "Well, I have news for you, my dear, he loves you, too. So, I don't think that a life together is out of the question. Bebe, there are a lot of women who can't have children. That doesn't make them any less of a woman. And it doesn't make you any less of a woman, either. If you should end up married to Blaine, and you decide that you want children, then you can adopt. You can offer a child facing a difficult life, the opportunity to live a life full of love with a beautiful, gentle, loving mother. That's not so bad, is it?" John's eyes watered with love and appreciation for this woman. "Joanne... your so... kind. Thank you. Thank you, so much." Suddenly, the door swung open. "There you are!" Rose smiled, then she became concerned when she saw that she'd interrupted a discussion. "Is everything ok?" "Everything is perfect, right Bebe?" Joanne looked from Rose to John. John smiled and the hugged Joanne tightly. "Yes. Everything is perfect. Thank you." Rose smiled, still a bit confused. "Ok, then. It's time to go." Ed had said he'd hired a van to get them all to Disneyland. "Good morning, everyone," Oscar said as they all exited the lobby. He was dressed casually and waiting as if he was going to join them in the park. Of course, everyone knew him and greeted him warmly. "Oscar!" John bounded to him and gave him a hug. "I've never seen you out of uniform! Are you joining us?" "I am, princess," he smiled, "but I am also driving the bus." "Bus?" John was confused. "Uncle Ed," he called. "I thought you ordered a van? Oscar said he's driving the bus." Ed was standing near the corner of the building, smiling. "Come look," he said. All the kids ran to see. John was the last to arrive. Around the corner was a black bus that had been reworked to be a 'party bus.' Usually designed to take people to Las Vegas for bachelor/bachelorette parties or long weekends of drinking, this particular one was owned by the studio and was used for bringing bigwigs to sets. It was fully equipped with a refrigerator, which was currently filled with water and sports drinks for the kids, WiFi, a seventy-five inch TV and a selection of Disney films as well as a Netflix account. "Oh, Wow!" Annie and Cassie were the most impressed. "You guys must be zillionaires, now, huh?" Annie asked. Rose laughed. "Now, Annie, we certainly are not and if Ed doesn't stop spoiling his niece," she said that part loudly to get his attention, "we never will be." Ed laughed. "It's the studio's bus. Oscar got me a great deal." "Yay, Oscar!" Joanne yelled and lead a round of applause for the driver. Oscar took a bow and said, "Thank you! Thank you!" He grinned. "Now I see why you actors like applause!" He joked. They opted to watch 'Tangled' on the way - again, a film that the girls knew every line of, but Blaine had never seen. The girls loved the romantic parts. Blaine liked the villains at 'The Snuggly Duck' Tavern who sang the 'I Have A Dream' song and the constant use of frying pans as a weapon. When they arrived at the parking lot at Disneyland, Oscar dropped them as close as he could with the promise to meet them all inside the park. Ed passed out the passes and they headed for the lines. He got them all lined up and told them to get through the gate, then wait inside by Mickey face made of flowers, but before they reached the turnstiles, a girl in the next line yelled, "That's her!" She yelled so loudly that everyone turned to see, including everyone in Bebe's party. Suddenly, the girl was on top of John. "You're 'Alex,' right?" John looked at her blankly for a moment, then the girl said, "On 'Civil Disobedience!' You're 'Alex,' right!" "Oh, Yeah." John smiled and offered her his hand, but the girl turned and said, "It's her! I told you! It's 'Alex,' from 'Civil Disobedience!'" Suddenly a murmur ran through the crowd and grew louder and louder as people got out of line and started crowding around John. Ed moved forward and put his arm around his niece. "Kids," he said to John's friends, "move forward and go through the turnstiles. We'll be in as soon as we can. Joanne, Rosie, go with them, I'll meet you inside." They all moved forward, but Rose was waylaid by a man who looked her right in the face and wouldn't allow her to pass. "You're on that show, too!" He pulled out his phone and started photographing her. "Hey, that guy is, too! And that other kid!" Now, John, Ed, Rose and Kylie were all being overwhelmed by autograph seekers and picture takers. Ed was trying to get a handle on the situation, but things were becoming more and more frightening by the second, until a group of Disney Guest Relation people showed up with several Disneyland Police Officers, who escorted the four of them through the gates and into an office just beyond. "Well," the highest ranking police officer said, "that was quite a scene you people created out there." Kylie couldn't help but smile. It was scary, but it was also kind of cool that all those people knew who she was. "Could one of you explain what that was all about?" The police officer asked. "Ok," Ed shook his head, "well, we're all on a TV show called 'Civil Disobedience' and..." "...and they recognized you, huh? I see." The policeman sat and waved a member of guest services over. "Well, you know, Mr..." "McNeil." "...Mr McNeil, that we offer celebrity escorts to keep things like this from happening." The policeman seemed annoyed by Ed's ignorance. "Well, no," Ed was a bit defensive, "I didn't know that you offered that kind of a service and, to tell the truth, until about fifteen minutes ago, I didn't know that we qualified as celebrities." "That's ok," the woman from guest services entered to defuse the situation. "We can deal with this for you. By the way, I love your show. I'm not sure that I would have recognized all of you, but you," she pointed at John, "I'd recognize anywhere." John looked around and shrugged. "Ok," the woman said, here's what we're going to do. First, we'll provide everyone in your party with ball caps and sunglasses to make you less recognizable. Then, we'll provide you with a couple of our celebrity escorts. Since your show is on ABC, we'll make sure that you all get the best of everything. You'll go right to the front of the lines; everything." "Ok," Rose said. "Great. Thank you." Once they'd discussed the size of their party, etc, Ed and Rose decided that the kids would go with the escort and the adults would take it easy on their own. They'd trust their safety to the dark glasses and ball caps. When they came out of the office to join the others, those who had waited outside all looked concerned. Blaine walked over to meet John and hugged him. "Are you ok, Bebe?" He asked while he squeezed tightly. "Oh, yeah," John laughed. "We're fine. We just caused a commotion so they took us in there to calm the crowd down." "Whew, what a relief," Oscar said. "We were afraid they'd arrested you or something." Ed laughed and explained what happened. "See," Joanne said to the kids, "I told you they were fine." "What's with the hats and dark glasses?" MK asked. "That's just so we won't be recognized," Kylie said with a big smile. "Cool, Huh?" "They would be, if you wore them right!" Ella nudged MK and the two of them went to work - MK on Kylie and Ella on John. Soon, their hair had been pulled into pony tails and which popped out through the hole in the back of the Mickey baseball caps. "What do you think?" Ella asked Cassie and Annie. "Better!" Annie smiled. "Much better, and you'll be cooler," Cassie added. "Ok, kids," Ed took over, after consulting with Joanne and Oscar, "this is Maelee and Richard," he introduced the Guest Services employees wearing the plaid vests. "They are escorting you around the parks to make sure that you stay out of trouble, ok?" Every one said hi to the two college students. "You have all of my number, so if you need anything - anything at all - just call or text and I'll come running, ok?" They all nodded. "Excellent! Now, we 'old folks' are going to have a relaxing day of wandering around and eating and drinking. Thank you, Maelee and Richard! Be good, kids and have a great time!" With that, he sent the seven kids off with two Guest Relations escorts. "We'll meet you at six for dinner!" Ed called to them as they left. By the time Ed, Rose, Joanne and Oscar had meandered to the end of Main St USA, the kids were already on board Big Thunder Railroad, Blaine's favorite ride. Maelee and Richard made sure that the entire party made it on to any ride they wanted as they bounded excitedly through the parks. By 1:30, Ed and Rose were eating salads while Oscar and Joanne sat opposite them, enjoying burgers at the Galactic Grill. "Oh, look," Rose turned her phone screen and showed the others. "They all got into one log on Splash Mountain. Isn't that a precious picture?" It was a photo of a screen at the exit point. On the screen was the picture that was taken that the log descended the ride's waterfall. They all had their hands in the air, mouths frozen in screams. "Oooohhh," Joanne looked at the picture. "They look like they're having a great time!" "Now, look at this one." Rose brought up the next photo. All the kids were standing near the ride's exit. They were all soaked to the skin from the ride. They all laughed. "Now, YOU KNOW they're having a good time," Oscar said. "Looks like they've done a lot of rides." Ed was checking the texts on his phone. Scrolling through picture after picture of happy, smiling faces. "You can get a lot done when you don't have to wait in lines," Joanne chuckled. "Do you think we're spoiling them?" Rose asked with a smile. "No." Ed shook his head. "It's just a perk of working for Disney." Just at that moment, a girl of perhaps twelve came up to Rose and asked for an autograph. "Of course, sweetheart," Rose said and signed the child's book. Rose noticed that the autograph on the previous page read 'Goofy.' At least she was in good company. "Does that get bothersome, at all?" Joanne asked. "Not really," Rose smiled. "It's still pretty new. Kind of exciting, too. Who knows how I'll feel in a year? "Bebe's our only concern," Ed said. "She seems to attract big crowds. People really seem to like her. I bet if she and Don went out on the street together, they'd stop traffic!" The others laughed. "She's lucky to have you two," Joanne smiled. "You make a beautiful couple." Rose had cuddled into Ed's side to show him some of the pictures she'd been sent. She smiled at the compliment, but corrected Joanne, "Oh, we're not a couple. Not a 'romantic' couple, anyway. We're just... buddies." Joanne smiled at the woman who was so comfortably nestled in her 'buddy's' embrace. "Uh Huh. I have a lot of buddies, but you two look more like... well, a couple than just buddies. As a matter of fact, I've heard you two tell each other that you love each other more than I've said it to my husband in a month." "That's just us," Ed laughed. "I see." Joanne let the matter drop, but she suspected there was more to these two than even they realized. "Beebs says that they're heading over to California Adventure." They all met at Carnation Caf? for dinner. Not the most elegant restaurant at Disneyland, but John had never had chicken and waffles before and it was on their menu. Since it was his birthday weekend... "Come on." He'd pleaded with Rose when she'd been shocked that he was asking for this high calorie meal, or what she referred to as, a 'carbohydrate overload' after all his dieting. "It's my birthday dinner. I just want something fun for just one meal." Eventually, Rose had given in and made the reservation. Rose and the other adults had arrived before the kids and they were seated at a large table, slightly away from the others. "Oh, my goodness," Joanne's said as the kids entered. Blaine was wearing a pair of Mickey Mouse ear with his name embroidered onto it. This purchase had, obviously, not been made by Blaine, so she had to assume that it had been forced on him by Bebe. He looked goofy and adorable, but that was not what had caused her utterance. As the girls and John entered, each was wearing an elaborate tiara and each wore a huge, self satisfied grin. John and Kylie had removed their ball caps, but with their hair still in pony tails and the dark glasses, they looked like any of the other teenage girls, if just a bit sunburned from roaming around the sunny parks. The adults began applauding as the kids crossed the restaurant, which was dark enough to demand that Kylie and John remove their glasses. Ed stood as he applauded, "Here come the princesses," he said, probably too loudly for a quiet restaurant. In fact, he attracted enough attention that people took note of the kids who were crossing the room. A teenaged girl, probably seventeen or so, stood and hurried to John. "Excuse me," she said politely, but firmly, "You're Bebe Foley, right?" "Oh." John was a bit startled. "Yes, I am." "Oh, I love your show!" she said. "My theater teacher makes us watch it because he says that you're the next big actor!" "Oh." John laughed a little. "Tell your teacher I said 'thank you' for his confidence. I'm not sure if he's right, or not, but that's nice of him to say." By now, Richard from Guest Services, was hurrying to John's side. "May I take a picture to send to him?" the girl asked. "Sure," John said, but Richard intervened. "No pictures, I'm afraid!" he announced. The girl stepped back, surprised. "Oh..." John stepped around Richard. "You can take one, ok?" he told her with a friendly smile. "No, I'm sorry, but..." Richard tried to take charge, but John cut him off. "I already said she could take a picture, Richard. It's ok." Then he looked at the girl. "Just one, ok? We don't want to interfere with the other people's meals." He winked at the girl, and posed with his cheek against her's. "Go ahead. Take a quick one." The girl did, and Richard kept the rest of the restaurant patrons at bay, although his diligence far exceeded the patron's motivation to get to the TV actors. Once the kids were seated, Richard whispered to Ed, "Sir, you really shouldn't be eating in a family-level restaurant without warning the cast members that you were coming. It could cause problems for both you and the other guests." Ed looked around at the calm dinners. "Firstly, Richard, when I booked this meal, we were not people who were likely to be recognized. Secondly, we paid our entrance fees, etc, just like every other customer, so we have a right to be here. Thirdly, What 'cast members' should I have notified?" Richard heaved a sigh at this Disney neophyte. "'The Cast' who work at this restaurant, sir." Ed looked around, confused. "Cast?" Rose leaned in and whispered, "The staff at any Disney Park is always referred to as 'the cast.'" Still confused, Ed asked Rose, "Why?" She shrugged. "They just are." Now, Ed shrugged, then turned to Richard. "Ok, Richard. Go have some dinner on me. I'll tell you when we're leaving." Richard looked shocked. "Oh, no, sir, I need to stay here while you..." "Go, Richard." Ed laughed at the foolish level of Richard's commitment. "Leonardo DiCaprio isn't joining us. We don't need a guard to celebrate my niece's birthday. Thank you." "Yes, sir." He left, reluctantly, and stood near the doorway. Soon, he was joined by his partner, Maelee. They looked like plaid bookends as the stood at attention by the door. They all eat their fill, including Maelee and Richard, who, reluctantly, ate the meals that Ed ordered for them. "So, what's the verdict?" Rose asked John as they finished their entrees. "Was it worth coming here for the chicken and waffles? "Yeah, it was good!" John smiled, contented. "It must have been," Ed smiled. "You cleaned your plate." "Well," Blaine laughed, "to be perfectly honest, I ate a lot more of that than Bebe did." He smiled sheepishly. Ed laughed. "Who's the birthday girl, then?" Interrupted a server with a big grin and a cake. "The one with the tiara!" Oscar teased, causing everyone to laugh. "This one," Joanne pointed to John, "with the beautiful, dark hair." John blushed as the servers and everyone at the table, and several at other tables, too, started singing 'Happy Birthday' to him. It was a beautiful, big cake, white Italian cream with bright pink flowers and the words 'Happy Birthday, Bebe' written, also in pink, on the top. The cake was a two layer, yellow cake, John's favorite. The cake was cut and everyone got a piece that was way too big for anyone to finish, except Blaine. Blaine had his piece, most of John's and a little of his mom's, too. Suddenly, all the girls, except for John, nodded to each other and Ella reached down into her backpack and pulled out an envelope with a card in it. "Ok, Bebe," she smiled as she looked around at the others, "the girls and I all chipped in for this birthday present." "Happy birthday," they all shouted, together. John opened the envelope to find a computer printout with an itinerary for the next day at Renee's Day Spa in Beverly Hills. The list of things to do included mani/pedis, mud baths, jacuzzi baths, make overs, a new outfit from their exclusive boutique, massages, etc. John's eyes were wide open as he passed the sheet to Rose. "This must have cost you a fortune!" He said to the girls. "Thank you, but I can pay for my own admission." "Not with the debit card limit your mom keeps on you," MK teased. Rose showed the sheet to Ed, too. "Don't worry, Beebs. It's all taken care of. Joanne and I have our own spa day planned, too. You won't even see us, but, since I had to arrange the car and you're all under age, so I have to be there, too, I figured I'd have a little luxury, too." John smiled, just a little concerned that he may have an issue if he need to completely undress, but he'd talk to Rose about, later. "And while you girls are getting all soft and pretty," Ed reached his arm around Blaine and gave him a shake, Blaine and Oscar and I are going to go fishing with Don on his boat, right buddy?" Blaine smiled broadly. "Yeah, Cool, Huh? Fishing with a couple of movie stars on a private boat." He looked at Oscar and exchange a 'thumbs ups' sign with him. "Well," Ed laughed, "one movie star and one guy who hopes his show and career lasts a couple of seasons." "Guys, though," John was trying to figure out how much it would cost for even one person to go to this spa, "this is an amazing gift! I'm just... please, let me pay you back." "No way," Cassie smiled. "Ever since Ella got in touch with us, we've been looking forward to tomorrow." "Yeah," Annie was ecstatic, "besides, I've never been to a spa before. I can't wait!" "Geez," MK groaned, "you can tell you guys are from Massachusetts!" "We're from New Hampshire," Annie said, seriously. "Yeah, like there's a difference," MK scoffed. "There is," Cassie laughed, "but what's your point?" Well," MK shook her head in disbelief, "it's like when we first met Bebe. It's like she lived in the Stone Age. Never been to Homecoming, never been to a spa, never dated... it's like, instead of coming on a plane, you guys came here through a time machine." Cassie laughed, "Well, I have dated, but Annie hasn't..." "I working on it, though!" Annie interjected. "... and I've never been to a spa or a homecoming dance because we just don't have those in Manchester, which, just an FYI, is A LOT different than Massachusetts." "Ok," MK rolled her eyes, "if you say so." Then she turned to Blaine, held up her plate with half a piece of cake still sitting on it. "Want the rest of mine?" Blaine was about to grab the plate when Joanne intercepted it. "No, he certainly does not. He'll be throwing up on The Matterhorn if he shoves any more into his mouth." Xxx Their hair in towel-turbans and wearing fluffy, white bathrobes with their swimsuits beneath, the six pretty, young girls were led into a warm room where six pure white tubs sat on pure white tiles, surrounded by pure white, tiled walls. It was like a humid temple built to the worship of leisure and opulence - an almost holy place. In each of the tubs was a mixture of therapeutic muds and oils. It smelled like a temple as well. "Welcome, ladies," the spa employee said. "I understand this is a birthday celebration for one of you, correct?" "It's for her birthday." Cassie pointed to John who was looking about the room in awe! Did men ever experience anything like this!? Not that head ever heard, that was for sure! "Excellent!" The employee put her arm around John's shoulder and guided him towards a gleaming tub. "Before you get in the tub, ladies," she instructed, "take one of these shower caps and tuck all of your hair into it. No point in getting a head full of mud, right." The girls all nodded and laughed quietly and excitedly as they watched the woman tuck John's hair into a white, plastic shower cap. "Now, kick off your flip-flops and take off your robe, you can hang it right there by the chair. Then, climb into the tub." John did as he was told. When his toes touched the mud, he realized that it was an absolutely perfect temperature and there was a gentle circulation going on under the surface, as well. The substance hugged and messaged his legs as he lowered himself in. Just having the mud touching his thighs made him feel as if he was in heaven. As it crossed his tummy, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. As it embraced his breasts, his nipples hardened and he felt butterflies fluttering throughout his abdomen. "Awwwwww...." He sighed as he sank into the fragrant mire. "Nice, Huh?" the attendant asked. "Yeah," he sighed, then, just trying to be funny, he said, "Better than sex." Causing peals of laughter from his friends. Even the attendant giggled at the child's precocious remark. "I'm sure," she laughed. Then she continued, "Now, just lay back, enjoy the warmth and I'll be back to rinse you all off on an hour. The meditation music will keep playing, but you are the only people in this part of the spa, so feel free to chat while you relax." Within minutes, they were all unwinding in the warm goo. For a few minutes, it was silent except for the music, but fifteen and sixteen year old girls being what they are, the silence soon ended. "Oh, my God, this is amazing," Annie whispered. "Isn't it?" Kylie said. "I love mud baths." "Me too," said MK. "I wish I could do this every week," Ella sighed. "Ahhh," Cassie sighed. "I think this mud bath just made me pregnant." She joked. The laugher was just as relaxing as the mud bath. "Bebe?" Ella finally said, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," John said with his eyes closed. "How serious are you about Blaine?" He exhaled and thought. "Very serious, I guess." "She told him she loved him," Cassie said, causing John to smile guiltily. "No, you didn't!?" MK said, shocked! "She did," Cassie smiled. She kind of loved to be the one who was able to spill these beans. "Wait," Ella said, eyes wide with astonishment, "who said it first? You or Blaine?" John sighed again, enjoying both the mud bath and the girl talk. "He did. He said it to me a lot before I told him. The first time I said it by accident..." "How the heck do you say THAT by accident!?!?" Kylie was incredulous. We were ending a phone call and I was distracted... he said it and it just came out, you know?" MK laughed loudly. "Holy cow! How embarrassing!" "Did you tell him it was a mistake?" Annie asked. Eyes still closed, John shook his head and smiled, causing everyone else to laugh. "I've told him for real, since then, though. I'm sure of it, now." "Aww," Cassie smiled. "How sweet. Young love in Beverly Hills! It's like a soap opera." John kept his eyes closed, but joined the laughter as he gloried in the warmth of the mud and the sisterhood he felt with these girls. "Whoa! You got a big one there, Blaine!" Don laughed as Blaine struggled to bring a large sea bass on board the beautiful, but moderately sized fishing boat that Don owned. "I'll help you land it," Oscar laughed as he grabbed a net that sat at the end of a long handle. It was obvious to everyone that Blaine had very little experience with sports fishing. Once the fish was on board, Ed slapped Blaine's shoulder in paternal encouragement. "Way to go, buddy! That's got to be a thirty pounder!" Blaine beamed. "We'll be eating well for lunch, gentlemen!" Don was really enjoying the day on the sea. He sat on the side of the boat and said, "I have to you, Ed, this is really unusual for me. I never connect with cast members like I have with you and your family. I'm usually kind of a dick on set, but you guys make it all so easy. And now I know Oscar and Blaine, too! This is turning into a really amazing show, pal. Let's keep things like this, ok? Open and friendly, ok?" Ed shrugged. "Sure. I'm having a great time, Don, and you've taught me so much! I'll owe you forever, but I'm even happier that we're friends. I'm enjoying getting to know you and Vivian, too. To tell you the truth, I couldn't have ever anticipated things would go this well." Oscar laughed at the two men. "Mr Ferry, I just want to say 'thank you' for including me, today. I've never spent time with the actors until Miss Bebe showed up." Don leaned forward and slapped Oscar's knee. "How long have you driven for the studio, Oscar?" "Fourteen years, Mr Ferry." "I'm going to be honest, Oscar, I hardly ever even talk to my drivers. I'm so embarrassed about that, now. You're a good guy! Have I ever been in your car, before?" "No sir." "Good," Don laughed. "Then I never insulted you by being sullen in the backseat." Don looked Blaine. "And you, Blaine. Are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh, yes, sir." "Jesus Christ, guys," Don laughed, "can we drop the 'sir' and 'Mister' stuff? I'm Don, ok? Just call me Don!" "Ok, Don!" Blaine said a little too quickly and a little too loudly, causing the others to laugh heartily. "Oh, this is the life!" Joanne simmered in her mud bath, a few dozen feet down the hall from the room that Bebe and the girls were in. She and Rose were the only two in this room. They were far enough away from the girls so that the girls could feel independent, but close enough in case of emergency. "Ahhhhh..." Rose relaxed every muscle in her body and felt the warmth of the muck. "It truly is! This is just wonderful." They wallowed in their individual baths in silent relaxation for a few minutes, until Joanne said, "It's very good of you to be taking care of Bebe the way that you are. Most girls your age would be thrilled to be out here, making lots of money and enjoying the life of a starlet." Rose laughed. "Well, none of us would be here if it weren't for Bebe." Joanne was intrigued. "How so?" "Well," Rose explained the audition process, etc. "So, even though she was the last one hired, none of us would be here if it weren't for Bebe." "Wow." Joanne was even more impressed with the talented child. "But she's not your child, Rose. You and Ed aren't really her parents. You shouldn't give up your lives to take care of her. You're awfully young to have that kind of responsibility." "Oh, I don't mind. I love the little squirt. What can I say? I don't think of myself as her mom, but I love being her older cousin... or, more like a sister. Honestly, I think it's keeping both Ed and me grounded." Following the mud bath came the hot tub for the girls. There were two, each big enough to hold four people, so they had three in each. "I think we should all quit school and do this every day," Ella said as she enjoyed the bubbles. "Oh, I need this!" Cassie sighed. "To get rid of your stress?" John asked. "No," Cassie laughed, "to get the mud out of my hoo-hoo." They all laughed, but MK said, "Your 'hoo-hoo!?' You call you vagina a hoo-hoo!?" "Yeah. What do you call it?" "A vagina!" MK laughed. "Or a 'va-jay-jay,'" Ella laughed. "Man," MK continued to laugh, "that New England Puritanical upbringing really shines with you guys! Loosen up your corsets, girls. California is a liberated state!" "Just curious," Ella teased, "what do you call a boy's penis?" "A ding dong," Annie said, innocently, causing everyone to break into hysterics. "Do you have a boyfriend, Cassie?" Kylie asked. "I do," Cassie said. "His name is Kevin," Annie teased, "and he's on the football team. Very cute and very dumb." "Annie!" Cassie laughed. "Come on, Cass," Annie said, "he's as cute as they come, but he's not going to ever get into a college. He's a straight 'D' student who loves stupid video games." "Yeah," Kylie giggled, "but how does he kiss?" "He's a little sloppy, actually," Cassie shrugged, causing peels of girlish laughter from the others. When it came time for their massages, the girls were told to just strip off their swim suits and wrap a sheet around themselves, but, fearing exposure, John said, "Umm... I think I need to keep a panty on. That time of the month, you know?" He grabbed his gaff-panty and ducked into a changing room to pull them on and tuck himself in. Not being overly comfortable with being completely naked, either, Annie and Cassie both also pulled on a pair of panties. "Geez," MK began to make a sarcastic remark about the girls from New England, but Kylie cut her off... "...yeah, yeah, they've never had a massage before because their from the east coast. We get it." Within a few minutes, they were all laying facedown on massage tables while six, strong masseuses dug wonderfully-painfully into them and loosened any tension that still remained. Lunch was a selection of 'California Cuisine' served in buffet style. The caf? was filled with women and girls wearing oversized, fluffy, white, towel robes. Some had just had makeovers, but most were sporting no makeup and somewhat wet hair. They were enjoying the freedom of female company and casualness. "Hi, Rose." John stopped at the table where Rose and Joanne were eating. "Enjoying yourself?" Rose reached up and rubbed his back through the thick terry-cloth. "I'm in heaven, baby. How about you?" "Yeah, it's great." He smiled and looked at Joanne. "Are you having fun?" "I think that I've died and gone to heaven, darling." "What are you eating for lunch?" Rose asked. "Oh, Umm..." John looked at his plate. "Some salad, a couple of pieces of California roll, and little bowl of fruit." Rose smiled. "Good girl. You had a lot of things that aren't on your diet, yesterday. Stick with the healthy choices." He nodded. "Ok," Rose gave John's rear end a playful swat, "go join your friends. Enjoy your lunch and we'll see you around three." "Ouch!" he said as he walked away. "God, she is a cutie," Joanne said as she watched him walk away. "Have you known her her whole life?" "No," Rose smiled. "We had met a while back, but I didn't know we were related until we were cast as sisters in 'Shrew,' last summer." "So..." Joanne paused, then spoke very quietly, "... did you know her... before?" Rose also checked that no one was in earshot. "I did." "What was she like?" Rose shrugged, "Well... cute, but... confused, I guess. She didn't have a lot of friends. Honestly, she was always with Ed. I don't think she really related to a lot do other people. That's probably why acting was such a big outlet for her." "Really? No friends!? She seems to love being with the girls, now." "I know. I guess she needed to... find herself. It's been fascinating to watch her become who she is, now." Joanne smiled. "You sure sound like her mom to me." Rose laughed. "I don't know. I definitely love her to death, but... you know, even when she was still living... you know... as a boy... she was kind of my hero. When Ed was tanking his audition, she jumped in and saved him. She arranged my audition, too, even though she had already auditioned and wasn't cast in the show. She's strangely generous, that girl. Even Kylie was having problems with stress at her audition and Bebe jumped in and helped her, and every other kid that came to auditions that day. I don't know where it comes from, but she's fearless when she sees unfairness, but she's not as likely to stand up for herself as she is to stand up for others. She's really a remarkable kid." "She certainly is," Joanne smiled. "To have adjusted so well, too..." "To be honest," Rose said, "I think moving out here helped. A whole new life, you know? She has definitely had her moments, though. She knows how to push my buttons when she wants to. Ed, though... he's unbelievable. I swear, he was born to be a dad - her dad, in fact. Nothing seems to phase him and, honest to God, nothing bothers Bebe more than disappointing Ed. It's like he's really her dad and she's really his daughter." "Aww, that so sweet." Joanne watched John sit, eat and interact with his friends. There was nothing to indicate that he hadn't been raised to be this precious, beautiful jewel of a girl. It was meant to be. "Ready to meet the 'new you,' ladies!?" The lead stylist, whose name was Erin, clapped her hands as the girls and John took seats and said that they were, indeed, ready. "Before we start," Kylie said, "Bebe and I can't do anything drastic. The studio is very strict about that." "'The Studio,' Huh?" Erin smiled, assuming that the young woman was making a big deal out of nothing. "You're an actress, then?" "Yes, Bebe and me," Kylie said. "We both are." "And who is Bebe?" The woman looked about. "I am," said the smallest of the girls. Erin took a double take. "Oh, my goodness!" she said. "You're 'Alex' on that TV show with Don Ferry, aren't you?" John blushed. "I am and Kylie," he directed her attention back to his friend, "is 'Cora.'" "I'm sorry." The woman was getting a bit excited. "I didn't recognize you, girls. Well, we can still have some fun with your hair and makeup without doing anything that can't be reversed, ok?" "Excellent!" shouted Kylie. "I want to look like I'm twenty-five and sexy!" This caused everyone to laugh. "Anyone up for a new hair color?" Erin asked as she began writing on a pad of paper. "I'd like some bronze highlights!" MK announced. "Cool!" said Ella. "Some gold highlights for me, please." "Anyone else?" No one said anything for a moment, but Annie said, a bit tentatively, "l... I'd like to lighten my hair, please. Not, like, a platinum blonde, but... like a gold or yellow, you know what I mean?" "Sure, honey." Erin smiled. She handed Annie a book. "Take a look at this book and pick the color you'd like." Cassie was laughing. "Oh, man, Annie, mom is going to have a conniption when she sees you've dyed your hair!" John looked concerned. "Annie, I don't want you to get into any trouble over this." Annie waved him off. "Don't worry. I asked her if it was ok. She said to be sure that I didn't go crazy, but if I wanted to lighten it, that was ok. It just has to look natural." "Ok," Cassie seemed dubious, "but it's you're butt if she gets mad!" A whole crew of stylists arrived to get to work on John and the girls. After his hair was washed and conditioned, John's stylist massaged in some styling gel and took her time rolling medium sized, pink curlers into his hair. "I'm going to do a pretty, but casual, updo for you, is that ok?" "Sure," John smiled. "I guess... as long as you don't cut or perm it, it'll be fine." "No worries, honey," she smiled. "I'm going to make you look like a princess. You have beautiful hair. We'll just make it more luxurious. Then we'll do your makeup to make your eyes and lips just pop off of your face. Then we can pick out a pretty, new dress from our boutique; I think I know the perfect one for you. Do you have a boyfriend, angel?" John nodded. "Well, he is just going to adore you when he sees you tonight!" Ella laughed. "He already adores her!" "He follows her around like a puppy!" MK teased. "He is definitely smitten with our starlet!" Kylie teased. "Really!?" The stylist said, wide-eyed and smirking. "Is he cute?" "Oh, my God!" Cassie said, too loudly, "he's absolutely gorgeous!" "Cassie!" John laughed. "She's right!" Annie joined the conversation. "He's like a model or something!" "Wow!" The stylist was amused by the girls, and her words were just a little condescending, but John was enjoying the 'girl time' so much that it didn't bother him at all. "Sounds like a dreamboat, huh? Well, if he's that crazy about you, then he's going to melt when he sees you, tonight." Once the curlers were in place, John was placed under a dryer for a twenty minute heat session. While he sat and cooked, the stylist did his toe and finger nails in a beautiful, dark blue with a thick, shiny sealer that made them look more solid and elegant than his nails had ever looked. "This will match the dress I have in mind for you, just perfectly," The stylist shouted over the noise of the dryer. John smiled, curious as to what kind of dress she had in mind. Out from under the dryer, but still in curlers, the stylist worked on John's eyes. Deep, blues and light pinks adorned his lids, while a thick line of eye liner went along the edge of his lid and ended slightly beyond the end of his actual eye. When the curlers were removed, his hair hung in long fat curls, which the stylist separated and brushed out and created thickness that he didn't think was possible. Then, she pulled sections of his hair up and pinned them into, what looked like, careless ringlets that were pinned to the back of his head. When all of his hair had been pinned in this manner, it created a bounteous puff of delicately constructed, beautifully interwoven strands of dark, brunette hair. It was luxurious without being overly formal or stuffy. "What do you think, honey?" She asked as she turned John to face the mirrors and he surveyed the work she had done. "Wow!" John whispered. "That's... beautiful!" "What do you guys think?" Cassie grinned as she appeared from the boutique. Her moderate length, brown hair had been sculpted into a classic, but interesting bob-style and she was wearing a tight, light grey, stretch dress that clung to her beautiful form. "Geez, Cassie," MK was just getting out of her chair to go try on a dress, "you actually dolook like your twenty-five years old!" "And sexy!" Kylie added as she came back in through the same door. Kylie's red hair was full and wavy and her makeup softened the youthful look of her natural freckles. She was also wearing a tight, stretch dress. Hers was a light, sage green, similar to Cassie's, but not quite as revealing in the cleavage, but where Cassie's dress had tiny capped sleeves, Kylie's was sleeveless, displaying her delicate shoulders. MK entered the boutique, while the stylist fussed over a few details on John. Seconds later, Ella and Annie appeared together. "Huh? What do you think? Total babes, right?" Ella joked as she and Annie posed in strained model-poses. Ella was in a beautiful, halter-top, silver dress that showed off her smaller, but luscious form, while Annie wore a silky, fit-and-flare, floral dress with a yellow back ground. John's hands shot up to his mouth as he took in the two girls, particularly Annie. Both also looked to have somehow aged into their twenties, but as cute and flirtatious as Ella looked, Annie, silly, mousy, little Annie, was drop dead gorgeous with her gold-blonde hair, high heels and newly, permed hair style. "Total babes!" Kylie and Cassie clapped. "Oh, Annie!" John finally managed. "Your Mom isn't going to even recognize you!" "I know, right!?" Annie's grin was huge and it was obvious that the girl was thrilled to have this opportunity to tryout womanhood. "Ta-da!" MK burst back into the room wearing a fire engine red, lace, bodycon dress. Narrow shoulder straps connected to inverted-V shaped cups that showed the large, firm, natural shape of her large breasts. The form fitting stretch garment clung to every millimeter of her body from her breasts to her thighs and ended just inches below the spot where her legs met her torso. It transformed her fit body from pretty to voluptuous. She was the embodiment of teenaged sexy. ""Holy shit!" Ella said, way too loudly. "Mary-Kate, your mom is going to blow her top when she sees you!" She, and all the others, were looking at MK with both awe and respect. MK laughed. "Naw. She'll just borrow the dress." "She won't look like that in it, though!" Kylie was not being funny at all. She meant it sincerely. "You look like a freaking goddess!" "Your turn," the stylist told John as she offered a hand and led him to the boutique entrance. "Yeah, and remember," MK called, "no 'Holly Hobbie,' no 'I Love Lucy' and no 'Little House On The Pairie!'" John smiled as the stylist responded, "Don't worry! I'll take good care of her." Once in the boutique, John looked around at rack after rack of form fitting dresses. Spandex and Lycra was everywhere. "Are you excited?" the stylist asked. "Yes, but..." John stared, but the stylist interrupted. "... but you don't want to wear something as form fitting as your friends, right?" "Yeah..." John was surprised. "How did you know." The stylist smiled. "I was small when I was your age, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I was an 'A' cup till I was nearly twenty. Even now, I'm only a 'B.' I would have been very self conscious in a dress like those. Here. Try this on. I think it'll be perfect on you." "Here she is," the stylist introduced John. When he entered, the girls' breath caught in their throats. Below John's elegant hair and more mature makeup, and the long, crystal earrings that dangled playfully against his neck, was a dress with a dark blue background and a pattern of groups of tulips with stems headed in different directions. The deep round neck of bodice was sweet and innocent, revealing tantalizing skin without displaying a hint of cleavage. The very short sleeves revealed the thin, delicate, femininity of his arms. The bodice was loose and just a little blousy. It showed no shape of his breasts, but hinted that there were perfect, little breasts just underneath. The chiffon material blossomed at the high waist and billowed around his legs in yards and yards and yards or extra, diaphanous folds that ended just at his ankles, where a pair of three inch, black, toeless heels were held to his feet by just one thin, elegant strap. It was a look that was entirely different than all of the other girls, but was absolutely perfect for Bebe. He looked older than usual, but no more than eighteen or so and, even with the more mature makeup and hairdo, he still looked sweet and virginal. "Well?" John asked when no one said anything. "Beebs..." Cassie said, "...you're breathtaking." John smiled, relieved. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Cassie hugged him. "I'm so glad you like her look," the stylist said. "I tried to spruce up her jewelry a little, but she wouldn't wear a different necklace." "Of course not," Ella laughed. "That's her B.B. necklace. Blaine, her boyfriend, gave that to her. She even wears it on TV." John touched the little ball of silver on his chest and smiled. "Oh, ok. Now I get it." The stylist hugged John and gave him an air- kiss. "I believe your sister is waiting for you." John didn't bother to correct the stylist. He just smiled and took the little, box-shaped, clutch-purse that the stylist had chosen for him. "Thank you." He smiled. "Oh, dear God," Joanne said as John and the girls approached. "Who are these beautiful women? What happened to the little girls we came with?" Joanne and Rose had both chosen versions of the classic 'little black dress' for themselves. Rose's clung perfectly to her upper body and hung beautifully over her firm rear and thighs. Joanne's was looser and perfectly appropriate for her age. Both looked amazing. "I don't believe this!" Rose said amazed. "You girls look... unbelievable!" Then she caught sight of John. "Oh, Beebs... Beebs, your just... Oh, my goodness, just wait till your Uncle Ed sees you. He won't believe it." "Just wait until my son sees you," Joanne marveled at how John looked and at the beauty of his dress. "He's going to pass out!" Rose checked the time on her phone. "Well, we're meeting the boys at Don's Country Club at four-thirty for drinks and appetizers before dinner and our car is here. It'll take us a while to get there, but let's take the long way to the car and we can look at the ocean from the scenic walk." "And show off the new us!" Joanne added. "The breeze was refreshing and blew through John's skirts so softly and sensuously that he wished he could stay there for the rest of the day. Passing women, also clients of the spa, stopped and complimented each of them and they did the same in return. Everything was soft and beautiful and female, and John was in heaven as he enjoyed every moment of it. He knew that he would never, ever have been able to experience something this wonderful as a boy, and then a thought struck him - He now, unquestionably, identified himself as a female, but even if someone were to think of him as a boy in drag, he was no more 'in drag' than any of these other women. It was all just costumes and makeup and he had never been so happy that these things were available to him as he was right now. "Ed!" Rose greeted he roommate with a friendly hug. She was feeling very feminine and needed to hug a strong male body. "Look at that sunburn! The makeup department will have to work overtime on you and Don until that fades!" Ed smiled. "Haha, I know, but we had a great day! And look at you! You look amazing! And smell pretty wonderful, too." Oscar had chosen not to take Ed up on the invitation to diner. He excused himself, saying that he had to pick up his daughters. Don and Ed and Blaine were wearing lightweight pants, buttoned shirts and sports coats. "I think we might be a little underdressed to have dinner with you guys." Ed kissed Rose's cheek. "If you think we look good," Joanne teased, "wait till you see the girls." "Where are they?" Ed asked. Rose glanced over his shoulder and said, "They were walking around the gardens. Here they come, now, though." Ed turned and his smile melted into astonishment. "Those aren't the girls, really? Are they?" "Whoa," Blaine whispered. Joanne watched him closely. "Hi!" "Hi, Mr McNeal!" "Hi, Blaine!" "Hi, Mr Ferry!" The girls said as they arrived. The final two to enter were Annie and John. Ed looked right past them, not recognizing them and wondering were John was. "Bebe!?" Blaine gasped, wide eyed. "You look so... so..." John smiled hugged the boy. They were all escorted into a private dinning room, which Don had reserved, for drinks and appetizers. Ed, Don and all the kids, except John, piled their plates with delectable, bite sized, 'finger' food - small quiches, sushi, shellfish wrapped in bacon, etc, etc. Rose led John to the vegetable selection and reminded him of his responsibilities to the show and his need to remain thin. Joanne joined them, explaining that, although she'd love to indulge in the beautiful selection of high calorie delights, if she was going to be spending time with Rose and Bebe, she needed to get herself back into better shape so she didn't look like a 'fat old lady' when she stood next to them. Rose laughed and assured Joanne that she was just lovely as she was. The view of the golf course and the surrounding hills was beautiful and romantic. John stood in the huge window near the end of the room, where a bride and groom would sit at a wedding, and nibbled carrots and celery as he looked at the beauty of the view while he considered what the last months had brought him. A new way of life. Back to school, a school which, if he was honest, was much more challenging than even his college had been. A new career. Success. Blaine. Love. And friends. He'd never really had friends before. Not friends who invested in his happiness the way that the people with him now did. Sure, Ed had always been there, and he was still here, now, thank goodness - what would he do without Ed? - but these girls, all of them, they seemed to really want to help him be happy and he wanted to do the same for them. They were his friends. His actual friends. And then there was Blaine. Tall, handsome, sweet and forgiving Blaine. When John had arrived in LA, just a couple of months ago, he never would have believed he'd fall for a guy, let alone a boy, but Blaine... he truly, madly, deeply loved Blaine. As if on cue, Blaine arrived next to him and he slipped his arm around John's back, resting his hand on John's hip. He pulled him slightly closer and said, in a quiet, intimate voice, "Hey." John smiled and rested his head on the tall boy's sport coat covered upper arm. "Hey, yourself." "You look like a movie star, you know." John giggled at that. "What?" "Yeah. Your hair, your makeup, that dress... everything about you. I looked over here, saw you standing and looking out at the valley and, the way you look and the way you're holding yourself... just like a movie star." John loved the compliment, but he giggled again. "Which one? Bruce Willis? Arnold? Stallone?" "No. A beautiful movie star. One from one of those old movies my mom makes me watch. Ingrid Bergman... or Ginger Rogers. You know? Beautiful and elegant and perfect. That's the kind of movie star you are." It could not have been a sweeter, more perfect compliment. John looked up at the boy who'd captured his heart and smiled. Blaine smiled back, then lowered his head and placed his lips softly on John's. It felt like it was meant to be just a little, loving kiss, but it lasted a long, long time. When the kiss ended, Blaine took the plate of vegetables from John and placed it on a nearby table. Then he turned to face John and locked eyes with him as he wrapped the love of his life into his arms. Again, he started with a soft kiss, but this one was more heated, more intense. John let his head roll back and Blaine's kiss followed him. For the first time, Blaine's tongue entered John's mouth. He was tentative and patient as John accepted him, but he was strong and determined as well. He needed to kiss Bebe this way. To take her in the only way that he could, right now. John accepted it. He submitted to being taken in this manner. It's what he wanted. In fact, he wanted more. Much, much more, but that was years off. As much as he wanted to be a woman for this man, he was just a girl who would be turning fifteen in a few days and Blaine was just a boy. For now, this was enough. The thin, delicate chiffon of the dress rubbed elegantly against John's skin as Blaine's hands caressed John's lower back, occasionally playing across the top of his buttocks. Then, he felt it. John felt Blaine's manhood pressing against his belly. The boy was excited and John needed to slow things down - that was the girl's job, to control things like this, but the problem was, John couldn't think of anything, but the boy who held him. "Ah hmm," a voice cut into their consciousnesses and the each felt Rose's hands caressing their backs. "I think you'd better go have a drink of soda, Blaine," she whispered with a bemused smile on her face. Blaine stood straighter and looked from Bebe to Rose and back again as a guilty smile spread across his face. "Now, Blaine," Rose inserted an arm between the two young lovers, separated them, turned Blaine around and sent him on his way with a little push. Then she turned to John. Her bemused smile faded a bit and took on a look of more maternal concern. "You're lucky that Joanne and I saw you before anyone else did, Beebs. You two were going at it pretty hot and heavy." "I'm sorry," John said, but his impish smile remained. "He's still a baby, Beebs, and dressed like you are, I understand that he couldn't control himself, but Beebs..." she shook her head, "... if I hadn't interrupted, you would have been on your knees pulling down his zipper in five minutes. You've got to control yourself - and him, Beebs. I know that the hormones are playing games with you, but you have to control yourself. Do you understand?" John took a deep breath and let his heart start beating at its normal pace again. "I do. I'm sorry." "Ok, then. Let's go join the others."