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Chapter 3
It was a quiet, terrifying and humiliating walk to Vanessa's house.
Vanessa did not say anything more after I broke down in tears. Maybe what
she had done dawned on her again, maybe she realized she pushed it too
far, or maybe she had just got it out of her system. Whatever drove her
to be silent it worked, and I appreciated it.
I walked past shop windows and caf?s as the sun glistened of the windows
making them reflect my new look at me. It was alien to me. It was
terrifying. One or two people walked past me and looked up with an
inquisitive look. Oddly no one looked at me, as I would have expected,
with ridicule, disgust or anger - just quizzically. It was slowly dawning
on me that they were not perceiving me as a boy with a girl's haircut.
Those that looked were perhaps wondering why such a girly girl was
dressed as I was - or maybe why my face was bare of any make-up and my
ears not decorated.
My hair moved strangely as I walked. It had a bounce to it that I could
feel, and the bangs brushed my forehead just above my eyebrows as a
constant reminder that they were there. A constant reminder of what I
looked like even when I could not see it. My stomach hurt. The fast pace
I had started out with, to get out of view as fast as possible, was
slowing the further we went, and the more I realized that all the worry,
and stress and fear had drawn the fight out of me.
Amongst many of the thoughts that crowded my mind the recurring one was
what would my mother do? Her passion for my hair was such that I could
not guess. Somehow, I felt that deep down she would be pleased for the
new cut. It was she who insisted I keep it long, and it was she who took
the time to brush it over and over again to make it shine as my sisters
looked on, partly jealous of her attention, and partly happy they did not
get the long nightly brushing routines. But would she be upset I let this
happen? Would she be upset it was colored? Would she be upset that I had
it cut without my permission? She was always threatening me with
punishment every time I said I would cut it because I could not stand the
teasing for having long hair, every time I complained about the constant
attention, she paid to it. But I knew that what would truly upset her
would be for it to be short, not for it to have a different style. Deep
down this scared me most. How could I fix this if it was not made
shorter?
I was not sure that the feminine look would upset her. In fact, I kind of
knew it would not. My memory went back to a few months earlier when I
walked past her room as she was straightening my sister's hair. I stopped
by the door quietly, I?m still not sure why, and looked inside. My sister
looked bored, and my mom a little frustrated as she slowly took each
strand of her thick curly hair and slid the flat iron down from the root
to the tip slowly and mechanically. I could see the steam let off by the
hair as the flat iron boiled the humidity out. Mom caught a glimpse of me
standing at the door. When I realized she saw me I walked on by but she
quickly called me. "Sam, come here." I did not want to, but knew I had no
choice. I kicked myself for stopping at the door. Something told me this
was not going to end well.
I walked into the room hesitantly. "Come here, I said," she repeated a
little more forcefully than before. "Come sit next to your sister." I did
as I was told. She put the flat iron down on her vanity and ran her hands
down my hair. "It always amazes me how your hair turned out different to
both your sisters! It is so straight, and shiny and so full of volume." I
hated hearing that, again and again. I think my sisters hated it too. I
was staring at my sister next to me in the mirror and she was staring at
me. She looked jealous and I looked embarrassed.
"You see why I am straightening your hair, Emily? Look how pretty this
looks" she said as she pinched a section of my hair loosely between her
middle finger and thumb about half way down, lifting it to the level of
my crown and letting it fall out of her grip slowly so that it cascaded
back down, almost a strand at a time. Pretty. I hated that word.
"Here, let me show you what I mean Emily. Sam, hand me that brush." My
eyes widened as I looked at her in the mirror. "Come on, the brush." My
sister was just as close to it but she was asking me. I did as I was told
and handed her the brush. "One, two, three..." She did that when she
brushed my hair. She counted every stroke. Sometimes forty, sometimes
fifty. One night when I had thrown a particular fit about wanting my hair
cut, she made it to one hundred, handed me the brush, told me to thank
her, and then do fifty more myself. I had learned to sit still and say
nothing to keep it from getting worse. I could tell my sister had a
slight smile on her face. She got to forty brush strokes and handed me
the brush. She then slid both her thumbs, one either side just behind my
ears, sectioning off the hair above that and bringing her hands close
together, making a pony tail with the top half of my hair, which she held
in her fingers. She lifted that with one hand and grabbed the brush from
my hand brushing what was left until it was as straight as possible and
fanned out across my back. She handed me back the brush.
"Hand me a ribbon from the vanity please." My sister reached out,
enthusiastically wearing what was now a clear smile on her face. "Not you
Emily. I am not doing your hair; I am doing your brothers hair, for you
to see what yours can look like. He can help me do his hair for him,
thank you..." Fearing that this could get much worse if I did not do what
she said, I slowly reached out to the vanity where she had a couple of
ribbons. Did she not know how humiliating it was to help her do this to
me? Maybe she did? Maybe that is why she told me to grab the ribbon
myself. I took the blue one, avoiding the pink one, as if that made what
was about to happen any better. "I was going to use that one for Emily so
she could match Nikki who is wearing green. But IU suppose it?s blue for
boy is it?" I did not answer. She took the ribbon from my hand and tied
it into a bow securing the top section of my hair. "Emily, come here,
stand behind your brother. See how pretty that is? I just love the way
the ribbon looks behind the head, sitting atop a curtain of long straight
and shiny hair. Do you see why I said we should straighten your hair?
Isn?t that pretty?" Emily responded, while trying to hold back her
giggles, that it looked "just so pretty!"
"Ok then sit still while I straighten your hair." She picked up the flat
iron and sectioned off another section of Emily?s hair. I hoped she was
done with me and I raised my arm to pull off the ribbon that was in my
hair and bumped into her arm holding the flat iron as she was running it
down Emily?s hair. "Watch what you are doing! I nearly burned myself and
your sister! What are you doing child?" I told her I was going to take
off the ribbon and go back to my room. "You leave that alone. I did not
go through all that for nothing. It looks lovely."
"I?m sorry," from Vanessa pulled me back from my painful memory in a
quiet somber voice. I pulled my gaze away from my dragging toes and
looked in her direction. I said nothing, but the puzzled look on my face
said it all. "I am sorry about what I said outside the Salon. I did not
mean it. I don?t know why I said it." I continued looking at her with a
blank look. "I guess I was somehow excited that it was finally someone
else that was getting that treatment and not me. Just this one time it
was not me ? and you had no idea how bad it was ? you hurt me earlier
with your comment saying that it was just a hairstyle. It was not just a
hairstyle ? it was trying to change who I was ? I was mad. I thought I
had to make you understand and I got carried away. I...." Did she realize
what she was saying and how absurd it sounded? I would never admit to her
that I did, in fact, know what it felt like to some extent, and that my
mother had made me go through the ribbon incident. The memory came back
to me. That afternoon she made me leave it on for the rest of the day,
much to the delight of my sisters who spoke of it permanently.
But I also knew that what I had experienced once, maybe twice, was
something that she went through often at her house. But she was a girl, I
was not ? it could not have been so bad for her ? not as bad as it was
for me; she had to understand that what she did to me was horrible.
Didn?t she?
"I had no idea it would be that bad. I could not have known it would be
so irreversible." That last word hit me hard. Irreversible. I looked at
the shop window I was walking past at that moment. A mannequin in a short
skirt and pink top sported a blonde wig with bangs and a red lipstick
colored smile. There was just enough glare on the window that I could see
my reflection by her. My bangs matched the mannequin?s. The color matched
the mannequin?s. Irreversible.
"I am sure your mom is going to cut your hair and get it dyed back again.
You?ll get to look like a boy again. I am going to have to go through all
that, and then go to school. Everyday." She paused. "It still does not
make it right though; I know."
I could not tell her that I was afraid my mom would make me keep it. I
could not admit to her that my mom would probably be happy. Strangely,
after all that happened, I too was afraid of just how mad her mom would
be at her. I just did not like to see people in trouble or even angry for
that matter. Crazy now I think about it ? I should have been looking
forward to see her get what she had coming, and yet I did not.
We had finally made it to her house. She opened the door and let us in. I
was happy to not be outside and for the first time in a while I relaxed.
Only slightly though. I walked past a large mirror in the living room and
looked at myself. I had seen myself in the salon of course, but I still
had not come to terms with this. How could I. My hair had large waves in
it. Almost like I had walked right out of a shampoo commercial. The
razor-sharp bangs cut across my forehead just above my eyes. The bright
blonde color so alien to me, and the dark roots and dark layers
underneath were so visible. I wanted to shave my hair off. I wanted to
cry. Vanessa stood in the corner of the room and said nothing.
Just at this point I heard a voice behind me. "Oh, it is beautiful!
Absolutely beautiful Vanessa! I can?t wait to tell you mom about it when
she calls." I recognized Priscilla?s voice. She had stayed over on
weekends with us before. It was obvious that she could not see my face in
the mirror and had presumed I was Vanessa. She had been told to expect
Vanessa looking like this I guessed. I turned slowly toward her and she
gasped out loud and dropped whatever it was that she had in her hand.
"Samuel? Is that you? You had your hair done too?" she said, slowing down
as she worked her words out with a tone of astonishment and disbelief.
"Instead" was all I could get out. Just one word. Instead. I don?t know
why I chose that word. I did not think that that word would give her the
impression that this was voluntary. "Instead? Where?s Veronica? Did she
not get her hair done?"
"No," she responded quietly but in a matter of fact manner from the
corner of the room. Priscilla turned and saw Vanessa, who looked much the
same as she always did, in the corner of the room.
"I don?t understand," she said with her gaze switching quickly between
Vanessa and I. "What did you do?" For some reason I could not say
anything else. Vanessa, perhaps out of fear that Priscilla would call her
mother now and anticipate what she had coming anyway, tried to push the
lies further. "He wanted to." My eyes glared open as wide as possible and
I screamed, "You liar." She stood up and shot one of her nasty glares at
me, then smoothed her tone and said "you don?t have to be embarrassed
that you wanted to try it on your gorgeous hair. You were all brave about
it in the Salon and now you won?t admit it? Priscilla is a girly girl.
She gets it!"
"It?s not true. She made me do it. It?s not true, not true." Priscilla
approached me and hugged me. I didn?t understand what was happening.
"It?s not true ..." She hushed me and held me tighter. She whispered in
my ear, "It?s ok. It's ok." I thought she understood. I relaxed a little.
"There you go. It?s ok. I understand." I was relieved. This was going to
start to unravel finally. Vanessa was going to get in trouble and I was
going to get out of this. "It?s ok... it must be terrible to want
something so much and for people to not understand. You don?t have to be
shy, you are out now sweetie. And you look so pretty darling, it?s ok! I
am happy for you."
"NO! She made me do it. She made me do it because she did not want to
have it done to her." I tried to break free but she tightened her hug.
"You don?t have to lie to me sweetie. Come on, no boy lets anyone do this
to them if they do not want it to happen. This must have taken hours! Of
course you let them, of course you wanted it. Don?t be shy. And now you
did it, you should be proud!"
I was defeated; again. Broken; again. "As for you... Why did you not get
your hair done like your mother told you?" she said, in a much louder
tone, now facing Vanessa. There was a brief moment of silence as Vanessa
conceived where she was going next with this charade. "He wanted it so
badly, and I knew my mother had only paid for one style, so I let him
have it done ? it seemed to me to be his only chance and..."
Priscilla broke into a smile. "That is so nice of you! I don?t know what
I am going to tell your mother, but I am proud of you! Let?s just hope
she does not call tonight. I?ll think of something to help you both by
the morning. Now let?s go and sit down and put on a movie. You know, I
was hesitating a little on Legally Blonde since I did not think a boy
would enjoy it, but now I know you will just love it, and you Vanessa ? a
little girlieness every now and then won?t hurt you. Especially as I do
your nails like your mom asked me to."
"Wait no!" she said. "No nails. What are you talking about? I am not
wearing polish!" Priscilla?s tone changed quickly. "Yes you are, if you
don?t want me to call your mom right now and tell her what happened, you
will help me. Can you imagine if she has to cut her golf weekend short
because you were misbehaving? She told me to do this and I will keep up
my side of the bargain." I smiled for the first time in a few hours. She
picked up the box she had dropped earlier and told us both to sit down as
she selected the movie and got it set-up.
"Now, you can choose each other?s colors! I was really not expecting to
have two customers tonight ? this is going to be more fun than I thought!
With mine that will be thirty fingers and thirty toes!"
"Wait what?!" I said as I gasped for air, realizing what she had said.
"No, I am not going to get my nails done, no way."
"Oh honey, I have told you I understand, and you do not need to keep this
charade up with me. Someone who had bangs and layers cut in their hair
and dyed it in such an amazing way is worried about polish ? please. Now
stop it you two. I will count to ten and you both better have chosen nice
colors for each other." She opened her box and there were about a dozen
bottles of polish in there. We both stared at the box and did nothing.
"One, Two..."
"Please..." we both said, almost simultaneously. "Three..." She picked up
her cellphone and voiced out Vanessa?s mothers name as she pulled out the
contact. "I am a boy," I said. "Is that what you were saying while she
was styling your hair? While she was coloring it? Four..." I cracked
first. I pulled out something that I thought would not offend Vanessa too
much. It was a very light lilac. I was looking for the least loud of all
colors, the most discrete. I was still playing nice, and had no idea why.
Vanessa was furious that I cracked. She looked at me and said, with a
sense of authority, "If I am wearing that then you are wearing this." I
thought I knew what was coming. I looked at the delicate pink bottle in
the box and cringed. It was a light pink, but it was pink. Alas, I was
wrong. It could be worse I found. She reached in and dug out a bright
red. Like a Ferrari red. "Ooooh, that will pop like your Hair Sam! Good
choice Vanessa, see you do know something about this after all..." I knew
that would be visible from a huge distance.
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