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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two Tara was shaking her head giggling to herself as she waited for her brother to scurry out in the next costume. She'd be his personal stylist, helping to accessorize the costumes he'd come out modeling as well as his personal photographer, snapping some shots. She'd pick a few things and he'd pick a few as time didn't matter to him as he never wanted to even take a break, as the only stoppages involved her helping him change when necessary or trying different wigs. At times though it was big sister to little sister debate on their selection, yet really no argument prevented him from trying on anything she handed his way. Two more versions of batgirl, Ariel, Supergirl, a police girl, Black Widow, and Alice in Wonderland took the better part of ninety minutes, until finally his sister walked into the dressing room with him half naked ripping open a package of tights. "Ok sit and I'll do these," said his sister, kneeling down and pulling off his navy tights. "All this stuff is delicate now and expensive, so I can't really have you put any of this on like an animal." "Have I ripped anything yet?" Craig replied as she was rolling them up in her hands. "I think I've been really careful?" "No, you've been good but I haven't made you change your tights yet, right?" His sister slid them over his left toe. "Yeah I was wondering that?" said Craig. "I kind of thought you would as I know some of it didn't match." "Very observant, little sis," laughed Tara. "But then you also realized that in just about every outfit that I picked that the tights were the right color or when they didn't match, that they couldn't be seen." "Well?" said Craig. "I guess I do now?" "Exactly, but that's a discussion for another day, young lady," his sister teased. "So step in really carefully and I'll do the rest." In went one toe and then the other as he gave her no trouble, doing exactly what she asked. Gently she tugged them up and snapped the waist band before next bending down and helping him on with some soft shoes. Around his ankles swirled these ribbon like laces a few times, before she neatly ties off each side in a bow and then for the first time she helped him inside a lycra skin pink, almost nude colored bodysuit. It really wasn't that different than bat girl, yet there would be no bat logo, no cape or little attached skirt. She then reached up, pinning a small pink bow just in front of his braided bun and then opened a bag as out popped a sea of pink like a slinky. "Gingerly please," said Tara, tapping his ankle as he stepped in. Once she pulled it up, she took a moment patting the fluffy skirt and then stepped back nodding her head. "Wow," Craig exclaimed as it seemingly engulfed his waistline. "Ok then! Don't sit back on that skirt and go tell me what you think," said his sister with a big smile. It was the lightest, fluffiest costume yet as he giggled looking down and hurried out to the mirror. There he was like a prima ballerina in a skin pink body suit with matching fleshy pink tights. On his feet, fuchsia ballerina slippers matched the fluttery fuchsia tutu around his waist and was perfectly coordinated with the corresponding bow that fronted his bun. "I think I remember you in things like this when you were younger." Craig lifted his arms and stretched his toes, being silly and posing. "Yeah, but who's the ballerina now?" His sister giggled before snapping some shots. "I guess me," replied Craig, fluttering his arms and laughing. "But you're the one that got to dress up a lot more often than just Halloween." "Well I did love my recitals and really loved the costumes," Tara said. "So I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree on that one, does it tiny dancer?" "Maybe not?" Craig smirked, always wishing he could have tried on some of her dance recital outfits. "In a way watching all those years of recitals and the costumes are part of what gave me some of these urges I've had now." "Interesting, and you know somehow I always got a sense of that when you'd stare at me all decked out for my dances," said his sister, feeling a tug at her heart. "Honestly it was a little uncomfortable at times, as I thought you were judging me, so I am so glad you're getting a lot of this off your chest and opening up to me like this. Weird as all this has been, I love you so much, sis." "Ok, but don't make me sappy, and I love you so much too for helping me," said Craig, trying to keep it together. "But who's the one doing the judging now." "I'd say payback is a bitch, but for you I'm thinking it's more like a thrill instead," Tara laughed. "For a moment or two maybe, but then I have to try on the next thing, because we're obviously not buying all these," Craig frowned. "And you did have some amazing costumes that mom kept under lock and key in those big plastic bags that I never did get to try on. That was like a tease in itself." "Well that stuff was expensive, and for recitals only, so she wasn't hiding it from anyone," said his sister. "Really she was just making sure it was perfect until recital day, and if she would have caught you even near any of that, you wouldn't be here today." "Yeah I know she'd have killed me," laughed Craig. "And I hated that she donated that stuff right after, so I never got to at least get the feel of any of it. "And now you do?" smiled Tara. "So are you ready to try it out, because I'm thinking we've tried on enough stuff for today anyway." "What do you mean try it out?" asked Craig confused. "Well just what I said." Tara smiled. "You know you can't just try on tights and a leotard, so I bought those and it's just the tutu you're trying on. Miss Linda's Dance Academy is next store, and we can just walk right over." "Not funny," said Craig, rolling his eyes. "And don't even kid about stuff like that, and I'd still like to try on a few more costumes, ok?" "Not kidding, and it's Freebie Friday starter class," said Tara, handing him a flyer. "It's for the newbies they are trying to get to sign up for regular classes." "And you're not thinking I should do what exactly...?" said Craig. "Go? Yeah and not just for the thrill of wearing the outfit. You could use it," said his sister. "I watched your stupid tick-tock videos, and you need some lessons." "Stop it Tara," Craig stopping her reading the pamphlet. "This is for girls 7 to 11 that want to learn ballet and tap. Do not even tease me about stuff like this." "No, I'm serious. You need to learn how to soften your gestures, and ballet helps with that," said his sister, motioning with her hands and showing him. "You may look like a princess or a ballerina, but you walk like a caveman." "Do not say that so loud," whispered Craig. "People will think...." "Think nothing different than they do now," replied his sister, rolling her eyes and grabbing his hand. "So come on, let's go pay for the tutu and don't worry, every little girl in there needs the same help you do." "No they don't," moaned Craig, pulling away his hand. "Yeah they mostly do?" said Tara, grabbing it again. "Now come on, the tap definitely will with the rhythm you think you have, but guess what? Ya' don't." "Stop it, Tara," whined Craig yanking away his hand harder now. "You are not getting me to walk into dance school as a ballerina. I can't thank you enough for all of this, but it's not happening! No way!" "Fine, and excuse me," yelled Tara to the worker. "Could she try 788, the rainbow unicorn and 872 the pink fairy?" "Not sure we have her size in those, but I'll look." The shop assistant made a face. "Are those not acceptable if they have them?" Tara asked. "Or are you giving me a hard time with those too?" "No, they're fine," replied Craig sheepishly. "I'm happy to try on whatever you pick, sis." "Good, and cover up your issue, little girl," said his sister, shaking her head and walking over, pulling down the tutu in plain sight. "Just leave on the bodysuit and tights, since we own them and I'll send in the next costume." He ran to the dressing room. He felt bad about giving her a hard time, but no way could he walk into a dance class as a ballerina as he sat waiting until she handed in a costume. "So lucky for you they didn't have those others in your size, and I'm sorry I stressed you but I was thinking this would look cute on you, ok?" Tara handed in a bag. "See you in a few, and I'll go pick out the accessories." He nodded, happy to put something on as he pulled the soft costume from the bag. He recognized it immediately as he smiled, happy with her choice, stepping into the blousy pants and then put his arms inside the separate top. He felt thin and sexy, as instantly less clothes felt like more as he scurried back out to his sister with a bit of pep in his step. "So I'm thinking you like this one already?" smiled Tara, seeing his face. "Maybe?" grinned Craig. "Step into your slippers, princess, and what do you say we take down your bun in this?" said his sister, placing some shoes at his feet as he held her shoulder, stepping into them. "Sure," replied Craig as his sister turned his shoulder, pulling out pins. He loved the feel of his French braid, stroking it the second it bounced off his shoulders and then stepped to the mirror as his sister snapped a headpiece atop his head. He loved everything he'd tried on, yet instantly he loved this more. He was now part princess, fully enthralled with how he looked in this. He was Princess Jasmine, and even without a genie in sight, it was like one of his wishes to feel sexy had been granted. "Well, I'm thinking you might be thinking what I am?" said his sister, touching the fit, checking things. "Which is?" asked Craig curiously. "Which is you look really pretty in a lot of stuff today, but I'm thinking we finally have a winner." Tara circled him. "Not that I don't love you as bat girl, Cinderella and a few others, but you look totally hot in that?" "Really!"! gulped Craig, getting excited. "Hot?" "Well almost? Wait here!" said Tara, running down an aisle, grabbing a few things and patting the store clerk. "So I'm going to use this, and then buy it, ok?" "Uumm sure, but it's not policy, miss," said the teen. "Yeah I know, and I love that shirt on you," said Tara, leaning in and squeezing his hand and rubbing his arm as she buzzed past him. "And you're a doll. Thanks! You'll make a little girl's day." She practically ripped her brother's arm from the socket as she hurried back and then took him right inside the family rest room, locking the door. "Ok, lean back and do not move a muscle." His sister ordered as she leaned him against the wall, helping him off with the top. "I'm thinking I can do this quick, so if you give me a second, we'll see if I'm right?" "Do what?"Craig asked, not expecting this as she ripped down the pants. "Do a few little things so we can get the whole feel of it," said Tara, pulling his arms from the leotard and then helping him out of it. "Now just stand there and the tights can stay on, but the leotard shows, and that we don't want." "Ummm sure?" replied Craig, as moments later he was stepping back into the pants. Next off came his little bra and back on went his top, as before he knew it she was taking out her makeup case from her pocketbook as she placed it on the bathroom vanity. He almost wanted to squeal with excitement as he watched her unscrew the cap to a black tube and pull the thin brush from inside. It blew his mind that she'd be adding more than a hint of momentary lip color to his costume now as he was dying to see the result, fascinated by her unexpected brainstorm and creativity. "Look down and don't you dare blink or move those lids until I tell you," said his sister, before sliding the liquid just behind his upper lashes. Back and forth she worked, blowing on his eyes before finally allowing his chin up and then attacking his cheeks with some blush. It felt so soft yet she was almost rough at the same time, pushing back his chin and manipulating his face as she rubbed some powder at his cheekbones. With her pencil she drew at his waterlines and then worked a little beneath his eyes. She was precise yet swift as he was getting anxious until she stepped back for a moment, checking her work. "Don't worry I think it's already pretty on you," said his sister, ripping open a package she had just taken from the store," But time to jazz up Miss Jasmine just a little." "What does that mean?" asked Craig curiously as she opened this plastic palette of bright colors. "It means you have beautiful eyes already, but I don't exactly carry stuff like this in my every day makeup case, sis," laughed Tara, pushing his lids closed. "So don't cheat and this won't be perfect, but for a costume store bathroom it should do the trick." Back to work on his eyes she worked as she had him open, close, look right and then left as she blended and worked at each lid and then beneath his lower lashes with her applicator. It had been a five minute makeover that was five years in the making, as he never really thought he'd be made up by anyone, let alone his sister in a costume store. When another five minutes passed while she was still working on his eyes, it was no longer becoming as much of a quickie as he thought, hearing a knock on the door. "In use and going to be a little bit," said his sister, not caring as she was coating his lashes again. "Maybe use one of the other bathrooms please." "Really?" sighed Craig, getting excited and looking right at her as she worked under his eyes. "Not that I'm complaining, but aren't you doing..." "Shush, and there's only so much I can do in here anyway," said his sister, unbraiding his hair and handing him a scrunchie and then another. "Hold this and I want you to get the full effect on this anyway?" "Sure," said Craig, swallowing hard as she brushed some of his hair into his face and then handed him three clear tiny bands. "Thank you." "You're welcome, sis," said his sister, meticulously combing most of his hair back into her left hand and then more into his face. "Chin down one more minute, then give me the first scrunchie." Before he could even complain as she was raking a bit hard, she took the scrunchie from his hand and he sat without saying too much, as again she tightened his high pony. She tugged hard getting it tight, and then took the first clear band while she twisted his pony. It was quick as he could barely feel her braiding, as fifteen seconds later, she took the next and then the next. When she finally took the second scrunchie from his palm, it would only be a few twists before he felt it smack down across his neck as she was done. "Look up." His sister lifted his face as she combed through the front and then separated it evenly. With her hands she palmed the left section, first coating it in gel as she slid her finger down it a few times and then misted it in hairspray before pulling the entire section back as one. Atop his ear she tucked it now before sliding in a bobbi pin and then another, hiding them behind his lobe. When she was done fussing with the shape, she now repeated the process on the other side, and he looked up, seeing the outside of a curved wing like hair structure above each eye brow. "Ok, this will be weird since I obviously don?t have a blow dryer, but I have to use a lot of hairspray so just let me move your head, as this is the way I need to set it," said his sister, shaking a spray can. She covered his eyes as she saturated him in hairspray, and then smacked her fist against the wall dryer, turning on the air. By the shoulders and neck she moved him, just allowing some of the air to touch different sections of his head until she pulled him back and sprayed him again. In the front she seemed to smooth the lacquered sections above each eye with her fingers, and then leaned him back, allowing the air to touch only his pony. When the air clicked off, she began ripping paper towels from the wall dispenser and then it seemed more bizarre than ever as she looped not one, but three paper toilet seat protectors around his neck. "Now really really do not move, and cover your face please until I tell you," said his sister, handing him two paper towels and pushing his hands up against his face. "We?re almost done, sis." As he held them, she began placing more on his neck above his shoulder and then covered his ears and forehead in pieces of toilet paper before he heard her shaking a can. As she depressed the nozzle, he could hear the hissing above his face near his forehead and then he felt the damp stickiness make its way towards his ears. It would start and then stop as his sister would cough a little from the fumes, yet never waver in her work, as he felt it coating up from the nape of his neck. When finally the hissing seemed to stop, he could feel her slowly but surely removing the paper from his shoulders and then his ears, before on came the dryer again. She manipulated him so the air came mostly from the back, and then twisted him by the shoulders. It was as peculiar as it was arousing, until finally the air went off and she pulled his hands down, removing the paper towels from his face. "Ok let?s see the front, Ariana," said his sister, pushing down his hands and then lifting his face as he stared at her, dying to see what she had done. "We?re done?" asked Craig, looking out through some fumes. "Almost," said his sister, blotting at his hairline with a tissue and handing him some colorful scrunchies. "A touch up here and there, and be patient. Hold these and are you getting excited?" "Should I be?" replied Craig, knowing he was, as again she lifted his chin and began at his lips with a pencil. "You won?t be if you ruin those pretty lips while I?m working on them," joked Tara. "Sorry! They?re sealed," said Craig as that shut him right up while she filled in the color. "Yeah just about," smiled Tara, stepping back and looking at them before spinning his shoulder, lifting his pony. "Give me the yellow bands sis." "Sure," said Craig, holding out his hand as she wound the first one atop his pony and then the next. When she spun him back around, he knew it was almost over as he looked at her, barely able to handle the anticipation anymore as she slid a necklace around his neck and then ripped open another package. "Do not move your head as I need to get this right the first time," said Tara, turning his face with a few bobbi pins in her mouth. "You?re almost there, sweetie." "Ohhh gaawwdddd," sighed Craig, nervously feeling the scraping at each side of his head towards the back. "Ok." As the scraping through his scalp stopped, he felt a snap on the right, followed almost instantaneously by one on the left before his sister reached up, taking a bobbi pin from her teeth. He closed his eyes, feeling it go in and then two more followed and he could no longer feel her hands on his head. He popped open his eyes to her spritzing a touch more hairspray in certain spots, and then she stepped back smiling and delivering a little nod. "And now you are," said his sister, tossing things in the garbage. "Let me just wash my hands and we can go, ok?" "Are what?" asked Craig, a little miffed as she washed her hands. "A princess again," Tara exclaimed as she dried them and then touched his face gently. "And now that my hands are clean, your humble servant is going to go pay for what she should have already while you go out there to your magic mirror little sis and see if you like the little magic I did on you." "I'm so scared, but I?m sure I will," said Craig, squeezing her hand before she unlocked the "Don?t be. You?re beautiful, and stay calm," said his sister, loading her arms and grabbing her pocketbook. "Meet you right there in a few, so don?t run off with some handsome prince while I?m just in the front of the store, because mom will kill me if I lose her little pet." As she swung open the door, he could see two people waiting to use the bathroom they had hogged for too long and lowered his head walking past them. He stared down at his feet, trying not to over stride as much as he wanted to run, looking at his blousey semi-sheer pants waver above the little blue flats. When he got to the mirror, it was not at all what he expected, but in fact much more, as the only thing he recognized were his eyes. Gone was every hint of the pretty boy in his sister?s old school uniforms, or even the braided eighth grader trying on costumes, as instead he stared at this exotic Arabian harem girl. Shining jewel-toned fabrics gleamed back at him every direction he turned, watching the billowy pants waver, amazed that the classic cropped top framed his skinny body, like this outfit had been custom made for him. Sheer long sleeves from the off the shoulder crop top were held up by narrow yellow shoulder straps, and the soft v-neck exposed his collar bones while its short cut revealed his midriff. Tiny yellow tassels tickled his belly a few inches above his naval, and beneath it a large jewel centered the wide hip collar fringed design, forming an ornate waist line. At each le, the sheer billowy pants matched his sleeves and cuffs at the ankles, and beneath them blue satin flats had been slipped to his hosed feet. When he thought of blue and gold, he thought of batman and not girls colors, yet this pretty glistening aqua blue and sparkling gold of his costume shone beautifully. With his cheeks now blushed a rosey pink, and his lips sweetheart shaped and filled in a bold maroon, his features popped likea girl?s should. Even as pretty as all this made him, it was his eyes that stole the show, as his sister had found the Jasmine shadow kit to add that special Arabian flare. Aqua base shadows blended into gold glitter inner lids, as she had done his eyes in the matching colors. White opal accents beneath his brows and under his lower lashes near his nose only made his blackened water lines and lashes look more inviting. A bit of a winged eyeliner at the outer creases drew even more attention, and a few very tiny opal and yellow jewels glued above his cheek bones at the outer edges added a touch more Arabian authenticity. He was afraid to touch his hair, as it almost looked fake as his sister had not just stunned him with his makeup but with how she recrafted his hairdo. A three inch deep center part would serve as the divider for the two almost boomerang like curved lacquered wings that hovered over each eye brow, while the rest of his hair still streamed down in its high pony. The former French braid had been re-twisted to a puffy, fluffed out fishtail braid that had four thick, distinct sections, each of which was separated by a vibrant yellow band. While his braid appeared fatter and fuller, that would be nothing compared to the dramatic change in its color. He knew now what all the paper fuss was about, as his dirty blonde color had been sprayed to become jet black. With a thick, gold metallic necklace shining boldly from his neckline, and a huge gemstone, blue bedazzled circle tiara on his head, he felt even more the princess than in any dress. He was the queen of the costume store and a sassy dark brunette princess enjoying her moment, until something evil interrupted his enjoyment. "Excuse me," said chunky girl, shoving him over a little. "Oooppss." "Ok?" said Craig, never expecting it. "So how beautiful does this little girl look, Colleen?" said a woman nearby. "Why don?t you try on that outfit?" "Princess Jasmine?" replied the girl, making a face. "Eeeewww no, she?s too dainty for me, and you?d have to be like a little wallflower like her to wear that?" "I?m sorry honey," said the woman, shaking her head. "Not nice Colleen, and she?s got a beautiful figure. You look fabulous in that darling." "Uuumm thank you," replied Craig, not knowing how to react. "I?m sorry too," said Colleen, tapping him. "But I want to stick with Maleficent. It?s more me, and we can?t all be as prissy as she is you know, mom." "Prissy?" asked Craig surprised. "I?d take that as a compliment, and come on," said his sister, returning and taking his hand. "That kind of was what we were after today, right?" "I guess," said Craig as they walked away. "She?s thinks I?m prissy? Wow?" "Well, it?s a whole new world for you, princess."Tara joked. "That is what Jasmine says or sings or whatever, right?" "Yeah," laughed Craig. "It certainly is." "And then how does prissy feel, little princess?" Tara asked him. "Ok I guess?" replied Craig shyly. "But I?m not exactly sure how I should feel?" "But you do feel really pretty, right?" his sister asked. "Yes," smiled Craig. "Good. It?s a start," nodded his sister. "Because you do know Jasmine was like this witty, compassionate firecracker of a girl, so I?m thinking we?re working our way up to sassy Princess Ariana." "Maybe someday," laughed Craig as they walked out of the costume store. "But right now I?ll settle for finally being able to walk across the parking lot not worried someone would recognize me as a boy. Because I really do feel pretty like this, thanks to you, and I can?t even see myself under all this." "I know, which is why you?ll be fine in the Freebie Friday," said his sister, making a quick turn and pushing open the dance studio door, pulling him in. "And you can thank me later about that too." "Are you insane!" Craig looked up, seeing all the girls checking in at the desk. "No, and I read the full brochure but you didn?t," said Tara, taking it from her purse and turning it over. "Freebie Fridays from September 15 through October are dance in costume. You?ll get to try a lesson you desperately need while getting to be a princess you?ve dreamed about being. It?ll be fun, and what could have worked out to be more perfect." "I still can?t," said Craig, pulling away his hand and spinning around, ready to run out. He took two steps before having to stop dead in his tracks as the door was blocked by the plus sized girl entering. "Hey, it?s Jasmine," said Colleen, hugging him. "I can?t believe I?m seeing you again already, and we?ll be in class together?" "Uuumm me..." Craig stuttered as she wasn?t letting go. "Me either." "Honey, remember she?s a little more delicate than you are, and you?re squeezing the life out of her," said her mother, tapping her. "Now let go, and move away from the door, there are more people trying to come in." "Ohhh myyy gawwddd," sighed Craig as she finally let go and he ran back to his sister, grabbing her hand. "Please never leave me again?" "Me leave?" Tara smiled as they waited in line. "Is she ok?" Colleen?s mother asked. "She?ll be fine," said Tara, flipping her wrist. "She?s shy and gets intimidated by the older girls easily." "I bet," replied the mother. "Colleen used to be like that too until this year when she got to seventh grade. So what grade is she in?" "Oh? Uumm you know I almost forgot she was in this costume and not in her school uniform," Tara winked at him. "She?s in her last year, and before you know it, graduation will be here! Right Ari?" "Like it matters?" mumbled Craig, staring at the wall. "So can this class start already or what?" "Easy sweetie, but I?m so glad you?re so anxious now," his sister said as they walked up next to the counter. "Hi, this is Ariana Lynne Pucciarelli, and she?s a first timer but ready to boogie her little bootie off." "Welcome, princess, and that?s exactly what we?ll be doing," said the woman, writing on a sticker and handing Tara an ipad. "Well at least after we bring out the ballerina in you first, honey." "Wonderful," replied his sister, typing on it as the woman leaned over, placing the name tag sticker on him. "That?s exactly what we?re hoping for." "Excellent," said the woman. "Today we start with ballet, then give you a little tap experience, and then we?ve added an extra fifteen minutes of hip hop. You picked a perfect class, sweetie. Ready?" "Can?t wait?" Craig looked down at the name tag on his chest as his sister was filling out information on an ipad. "Don?t be nervous, and have fun." Tara gave him a little hug before the woman took him by the hand out of the lobby to stand with the other girls, waiting for the class to begin. He was placed in a row with about two dozen other girls dressed in costume and right next to Colleen. After a few stretches and warm ups he could easily do, he had little choice to follow along with the teachers and girls he was a few years older than. Kittens and puppies, witches and pop stars, plus of course girly super heros and princess? made up the vast array of costumes that gave him so many more ideas of things he?d like to try. After forty minutes, it really wasn?t as bad as he thought, as he was able to handle the class easily and now owned a pair of tap shoes. They lasted fifteen or twenty minutes of hip hopand at least felt more normal, like a video dance game, and s much as he hated that she had stuck him here, he thought to himself that he did actually learn something. Chicken nuggets and fries combined with a plate of fruit and some cookies were a welcome end to the class, as with all the early evening events, they hadn?t even had a chance to eat. He was getting quite the education about what dance moms talk about as they gossiped and babbled with his sister while he finished his desert and then he almost couldn?t believe it was over and that he?d done it. "So, not so bad, right?" His sister walked over, wiping his mouth carefully with a napkin. "I don?t even know how to answer that?" replied Craig as she put out her hand now to leave. "Oh stop," his sister said as they walked out. "I saw you smiling during some of it, and I watched you stare at yourself in those big mirrors, shaking it a little." "I was watching the other kids and the teacher," answered Craig annoyed. "There?s a lot to learn." "Yeah, but now you can practice at home," said Tara as they walked down the sidewalk. "You just slip into your tights and leotard I bought you, and you can practice in your room." "Even if I want to, and I?m not saying I do," replied Craig, turning red. "I wouldn?t know what to do!" "Of course you will," said his sister. "They send a script with all the steps to my email, and you do realize I videoed the entire thing right?" "Oh gawddd?" gulped Craig. "I can?t believe you did that?" "Why not?" said Tara, swinging his hand as they walked. "You can?t be a princess forever you know, and even beyond studying your steps, we both know you?ll enjoy watching yourself as one." "I guess you're right," Craig admitted as they got to the car. "But can we go home now, so at least I can enjoy being a princess for tonight?" "It?s only 7:30?" His sister said as she started the car. "And not that you loving yourself in the costume I picked for you doesn?t warm my heart, but I'm thinking it might not be the smartest idea, with our nosey neighbors knowing our parents are away, to walk from the curb to the house like that?" "You?re right!" gulped Craig as they drove off. "Kristie?s car is in the driveway, which means you can?t pull into the garage! Why can?t freshmen have cars in college!" "Or the driveway?" said his sister. "And it?s too early to go home anyway. Now just chill, and I figured you?d be relishing this time being pretty." "I?m sorry," Craig replied. "You know I am, and I wasn?t saying I wasn?t. I usually only get an hour or so alone with no one home." "Exactly, then is the longest you?ve ever been a girl?" his sister asked as she drove. "Definitely?" nodded Craig. "I kind of figured, which is why I planned on us making a night of this anyway," said his sister, reaching over and touching him at a stop light. "Not that I thought our dinner would be dance school chicken fingers, but it fit our schedule anyway. So it worked out." "Well it?s not like I could go to Applebee?s as Jasmine," laughed Craig. "You?re so pretty you could go anywhere, and who cares," replied his sister as they pulled away. "Wait, what did you mean make a night of it?" asked Craig. "Tara, you can?t drag me around like this?" "Drag you around?" His sister turned the car onto the highway. "Good one little sis. I mean if I did change you back into my school uniform, you would look like quite the little drag queen with that wild eye shadow." "You?re not kidding," said Craig, having to laugh and folding down the makeup mirror on the visor, looking at his eyes. "This does come easily, right?" "Sad to say it does." Tara reached over and squeezed his face. "But all that paint in your hair we?ll need to have washed out really well." "Oh then how do we do that without going home?" Craig pulled away his face. "And please try not to crash with me like this?" "Oh stop, like it would matter," said his sister, re-focusing on the road. "Remember I told the guy in the eye glass place we had an appointment we didn?t want to be late for?" "Oh gawwwdd I?m afraid to answer that," gulped Craig. "But yeah?" "Well you know I always love to get my hair blown out on Friday night for the weekend," said Tara. "Maybe?" gulped Craig. "Bullshit maybe?" laughed Tara. "I know you know that, because I?m pretty sure that?s the time you sneak into to my room, isn?t it?" "Maybe?" sighed Craig, turning red. "Don?t be embarrassed sis, as we?re past that now, and relax, we missed it anyway," said Tara, touching her hair. "Really?" said Craig, half excited and half relieved. "Are you saying I was going to get my hair blown out too?" "Too? Actually no," smiled Tara. "I was being the awesome big sister and giving you my appointmen, but that was before I realized how much you loved trying on costumes, so I had to cancel it." "Sorry, and I can?t thank you enough for that," replied Craig with a smirk. "It was amazing, plus I doubt I could handle having someone besides you do my hair." "That is so sweet little sis, and you know I?ve loved it so far but...?" His sister paused. "Now that our schedule changed, some appointments opened up while you were in class, so I took them." "You took them?" asked Craig, almost not able to speak. "Yup, we?re both going now," nodded his sister as they pulled into a familiar lot. "So time to get the tiara off the princess, because we?re almost there, and look at me! My hair looks like shit." "Holy shit, Tara," said Craig, seeing the hair salon as she drove to the back of the parking lot. "I can?t! How will you explain who I am, and don?t they know you really well in there?" "Lean your face towards me, and would I seriously embarrass you, silly?" said his sister, opening her pocketbook and pulling out some wipes. "Well no, but," Craig began to say as she began wiping off his eye shadow. "But nothing, and would you rather I bring you somewhere they could fuck up your hair?" said his sister, working diligently on his face. "I don?t know," replied Craig. "Sure you do, since you?ve been growing it out for two years, and no girl wants her hair to look like shit," said his sister, wiping down his lips now. "So do you?" "No," Craig answered as she took off his tiara. "But?" "Enough with the buts and negative stuff," said his sister, pulling off his necklace. "I bring my friends here all the time, and all our cousins when they?re in town. No one is going to ask, and if they did that?s all you need to say. Ok Ariana?" "You sure?" Craig asked with puppy dog eyes. "Listen, I?m getting my hair blown out, and I?m not going to force you," said his sister, rolling her eyes and putting her hand on the door handle. "So we can either do a quick change here, or you can sit in the car in your costume without any makeup on anymore, because I?ve done everything for you tonight and more, but I?m not missing my appointment." "Ok." Craig looked down at the floor. "Which uniform do I put on?" "Neither, and take off your pants while I get your clothes from the trunk," said his sister, getting out. "Those were just to get you started and get comfortable. I brought you a casual outfit from my wardrobe." Quickly she went to the trunk before returning and handing him some stretchy jeans. With his shoes and pants off he easily pulled on the jeans over his tights and then she helped him off with his top. She looped his arms back into the basic padded bra he?d been in earlier, and then reached behind him, fastening the clasps. "Just let me guide you in this, because it shouldn?t but i'd rather not take a chance that spray on crap could stain it," said his sister, rolling up a top and stretching it over his head. Carefully she avoided making any firm contact against his hair as she guided in his arms and lifted his braid, making sure it wasn?t tucked inside the shirt. When she tossed her black Uggs near his feet and then dug through her pocketbook, it had come together so quickly. "Put my boots on and this headband should do," said his sister, pushing back his stiff hair above each brow with a hard plastic, black headband. "Now turn your head, let me just get out the bobbi pins, yellow scrunchies and you?re good." "Damn that was quick," said Craig, reaching down and sliding his feet into her soft boots as she pulled from behind his head. "So was your time as a spray paint brunette," giggled his sister, handing him a little tube of lip gloss and folding down her own sun visor, checking herself. "Now just add a touch of shine then take your pocketbook, because make me late and I promise I?ll be mean step sister no princess wants." "Please no," said Craig, swallowing hard as he greased his lips and then tossed the tube in his purse. He stepped out of the car, looking down at himself, feeling his palms growing sweaty. He was no longer under the protection of a school girl uniform yet in clothes he knew pretty well, as he seen his sister in things like this many times. He tried on her jeans before but not like this, as now he was out in public in them. "You look cute in those," said his sister, coming around to his side of the car. "Just be natural and if you?re not a pain in the ass, I?m going to let you keep those, because honestly your ass looks better in those than mine does." He swiveled his hips, looking at his ass in the car?s reflection in his sister jeans. It was nothing crazy as they were basic Levi?s stretch denim jeans in a faded blue color that clung to his skinny frame and legs. Tucked inside his sister?s black suede Ugg boots and having his waistline partially hidden by a long top, he was certainly wearing nothing to draw attention. He stepped back a little further, staring at himself inside a long sleeve cotton football type shirt, yet never would be out in one with pink glittery numbers across the chest. Of course pale pink sleeves and trim atop the silver jersey, and seeing the little mounds inside the girly top would solidify its femininity if the sparkly numbers or "Team Pink" logo wouldn?t be enough. With his lashes still coated and his cheeks still softly blushed, the addition of a little lip gloss seemed just right, as he felt confident seeing his earrings gleam in the car window, taking in his image. As he looked up, his sister had already begun walking as he hurried to catch her five yards in front, staring at himself in every car window he passed. With his hair still hanging from a pony that looked more like a slightly messy fishtail braid now and the front pulled back by a headband, he looked the part of the casual Friday night girl after a long week, ready for a little boost as they walked towards the salon. When they stepped on the sidewalk just outside the glass storefront, it was a striking moment for in a minute he?d soon be a girl on the other side of the window. Many times he?d walk through shopping plaza?s, trying not to stare from outside but always found himself fascinated at what was happening. As his sister flipped open the door and ushered him in, he?d now be walking to the receptionist as one of them instead of an onlooker, and one that hadn?t been even anywhere near a barber or stylist in two years. "Hey Tara," said the girl. "You finally made it." "Hey Carissa. Thank you so much for squeezing us in," said Tara, hugging the girl. "Yeah, kind of a weird day but thankfully yes." "Cool, well let?s get Ariana in first, given what you said on the phone about washing out the spray dye and then we?ll wash yours out right after her," said Carissa. "Sound good." "Sounds perfect," said Tara. "Awesome, ladies," said Carissa, reading the screen. "Follow me, Ariana." Craig was doing his best not to fall on his ass as his legs felt like jelly just walking following Carissa. "Sit, honey," said Carissa as around him went a cape as he plopped into the chair. "We both are still getting Mandy right?" Tara asked as on went her cape. "Yes, she?s got you booked for a wash and blow out Tara," said Carissa, pulling off his headband. "Then a wash, cut and style for your sister." "Perfect, and I?ll take that for her," said Tara, taking the headband from her and then walking behind Craig. "And I?m sorry I should have taken down her braid out for you?" "Excellent, so I?ll send over the shampoo girl," said Carissa, heading off as Tara was pulling out the scrunchies. "Wait? What are you up to now, Tara?" said Craig, leaning over towards his sister. "Did I hear that right? I'm supposed to get my hair blown out too not cu--?" "Relax, sis," said Tara, touching his wrist and whispering. "I asked her to do a little something and trim your split ends, which are a mess. Boy or girl, it?s necessary, and you may not understand it but just hiding them in a braid shouldn't have been as hard as it was." "Tara, I?m not sure this is a good idea," said Craig, alarmed as she was unraveling his braid. "Maybe I should just go wait in..." "The wait? Yes I?m sorry for the wait honey, but she?s too busy to wash you girls out on a Friday night," said Carissa, coming back and switching on the water. "I?ll do it since she?ll need more time here." "That works," said Tara, patting him as Carissa dipped back his chair. "And it?s been a while since she?s had a trim, so don?t mind her impatience please." "It?s fine, and I can see you?re a little nervous, honey," said Carissa, dipping back his chair. "Don?t be. We don?t bite here, and we?ll have your hair back to looking gorgeous in no time." "Oh gawddd," Craig sighed under his breath, petrified as she began squirting the water on his head. Her fingers felt wonderful as slowly but surely with each scrub it was like the pins and needles were being removed with her touch. Back and forth went Carissa working on his head and then his sister's, as finally she sat up having a towel around her head before looking over him as he sat lathered in conditioner as the water went off. "See you in a few," said his sister, squeezing his hand. "They?re going to bring you right next to me, so don?t be nervous! Mandy?s amazing." "Yes I am," said a voice interrupting. "And hi sweetie. I heard you made a beautiful Jasmine?" "Oh?" sighed Craig, seeing the beautiful girl looking down on him. "Thank you? You saw me?" "Only in pictures, so I could get an idea of your face shape and skin tones," said Mandy, touching his face. "I asked your sister for a few shots so we could figure out what to do with you tonight?" "What to do with me when you blow out my hair?" asked Craig, getting excited. "I didn?t realize there were options, as don?t you just blow Tara?s hair out straight?" "I love the innocence in her, Tara," said Mandy, touching his soapy hair. "I can do all types of things after a blowout sweetie like I?ve done on your sister, but we won?t go crazy unless you want me to?" "Please no," gulped Craig, looking up at her. "See you in a bit, Ari." Tara walked off with Mandy. He stared up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the busy salon and enjoying the smells as he fretted at allowing his sister to convince him that this was a good idea. The best way he knew how to calm his nerves though was to think about how he felt in each costume, taking comfort in the fact he?s passed every test as a girl. About ten minutes later, Caressa returned washing the conditioner from his hair and then when she sat up his chair wrapping his hair turban style, it was all he could do not to piss his pants as she lead him to the vacant chair next to Mandy?s. He stared at his sister's reflection in the mirror as Mandy was finishing running her flat iron through the left side of her hair as she winked at him, and then lifted her hand from under her cape, delivering the thumbs up. It happened so quickly as his sister looked flawless with her hair flat ironed from a side part before it curled under beneath her chin from her neck down past her collar bone, framing her cleavage. She always looked beautiful without much makeup or even with her hair in a pony, but on the weekends when she had a bit more time to put herself together, especially after a simple blow out, she was an absolute knockout. Being the kid with a hot sister in a way seemed to spark even more interest about enjoying life in her outfits, but in reality it was a senseless envy, as today she had treated him in a way he never imagined, as off came her cape and it was his turn to become hopefully half as pretty as her. "Ok then," said Mandy as Tara got up. "You?re up, Ariana." He couldn?t even muster a sound as he stood, transferring himself from the chair next to hers to hers, and the moment he sat she unraveled his towel turban. With his hair falling down to his cape, she began combing and parting, removing the knots before brushing all of it on his back. When her fingers slid up inside the holes her scissors made and she began stretching his hair on his back, he watched, petrified yet fascinated not making a sound. Never had be felt so stiff with his muscles locked, hearing the first few snips as it was like he was holding up a wall as he squeezed his body just trying hold back any trembles. She could have been cutting off a foot or half an inch as she worked diligently before putting down her scissor and then once again combing through it all. "So just a little more layering, and we?re doing like a Taylor Swift type bob with some bangs right?" asked Mandy combing through his hair and then holding it off his shoulders from behind. "Wait?" said Craig, snapping awake from his daze. "What? No?" "Just keeping you honest, sweetie," Mandy patted his shoulder from behind as she looked at him in the mirror. "You?re just being too quiet. Most of the girls your age are gossiping their tails off and blabbing my ears while they?re in this chair." "Sorry," said Craig. "It?s ok. You?re a doll, but by now half the girls your age are telling me who?s hair they want, and I could definitely see you with a Taylor swift look, which is why I brought that up," said Mandy, playing with his hair from behind as he watched in the mirror. "I think some fringy bangs and a little shorter length would be stunning on you." "You?re kidding?" sighed Craig, having never been evaluated like that. "Honey, I?m not trying to influence you, but even if you?re not at the point where your mom is allowing some highlights, you have similar hair color and texture to hers, at least when she was younger," said Mandy, sweeping some hair across his forehead, half simulating bangs. "Not that I wouldn?t still love to do some foils on you, but I think wavy or straight with that cut with a little redder lip on the weekend would drive the boys wild." "Yeah, and her mother if I brought her home like that," joked Tara. "Go easy on her Mandy, or the next time I can get her back here, her hair will be past her ass." "Just doing my job so she has some things to think about," laughed Mandy as she began combing and sliding in some clips. "And we?ll keep it simple, honey. No more splits ends! A little layering, and trust me, you?ll look like a million dollars without me doing anything crazy." "Thank you," Craig replied before she stopped his head from moving. On the left now she stretched his hair, trimming as he watched little clippings slide down his cape and then she began lifting his hair, inserting more clips. It was quite confusing as quickly he had hinge clips pinning sections atop his head and long silver clips sliding across the sides. The more he looked, the more scared he got, as what was presented as simple seemed quite the opposite. "So I?m assuming you must have a really cute boyfriend?" Mandy asked as she trimmed. "So what?s he like, and do you have a picture of him on your phone?" "Me?" said Craig. "Uuummm no." "Really?" Mandy moved pins before trimming. "Then I guess you will after today when the boys see you, and I?m sure there?s a few you really like?" "No, I?m just kind of keep to myself," said Craig turning red. "You sure you?re related to Tara?" Mandy moved his face. "Unfortunately." Craig loosened up a little as she was letting down the top and sweeping it left before stretching and trimming. "Hey," said his sister, taking a break from texting to share a giggle. "Well every family has one sweet girl, and I guess you?re her," Mandy stepped in front of him now and lifted his chin. "Eyes closed while I get the angles straight, and do not move a muscle, girl." Some slower, seemingly refined trimming now took place as all he heard was her scissors and felt her fingers before on when her blow dryer. At first she finger brushed his hair as she dried it, and then began rolling in her brush as she spun his chair without moving. After a few minutes of blow drying, she took her flat iron to the back of his head, gliding through section after section until she moved to the left. After the right side, she began brushing his hair across his face, blocking his vison and then he watched it glide over and over past his nose and then beneath his chin. A quick flip of her wrist and then some brushing across was all it took until he was staring at her palm covering his eyes, feeling hairspray rain down on him. "So what do you think, Ariana?" Mandy stepped out of the way and then behind him, spraying the back. "Feel better now?" "Whooaaaahhh," sighed Craig, amazed at his hair. "I?ll take that as a yes," laughed Mandy, patting at it with her fingers before pulling off the cape. "My hair has never looked this... this..." Craig was searching for words as he reached up, almost afraid to touch it as he touched it gingerly. "this... shiny.. and straight... and... soft." "And I think she means good," interrupted his sister. "And yeah that too! Wow," smiled Craig, almost astounded until she held up the mirror, showing him the back. "And a lot shorter?" "And now you two really do look a lot more alike," said Mandy, showing him the angles. "If you really grow it out a lot we can keep the shape just like Tara?s. So I?ll give you a minute honey, and hope you?ll come again soon." "What?s wrong?" asked Tara, putting her head next to his. "I didn?t think it would be too much to handle? You did great?" "I mean it wasn?t but it was," said Craig, moving his head from side to side. "But I got a girls haircut. A real girl's haircut. What am I supposed to do after today?" "What you always did?" said his sister, rolling her eyes and stepping behind him, grabbing the length. "You can still make the same stupid pony and it?ll just be a touch shorter and right now, straighter. Sure you got some angles, but they?re long enough so they won?t fall out, and if they do you, gel the crap out of it. No big deal." "You sure?" Craig flipped his head around, staring as that made sense. "Yeah I?m sure," said his sister, letting go of his hair and pushing it back in place. "You know I?ve cut my hair way shorter than this a few times, and I always had it up at times. All you lost is maybe two or three inches, which will grow back quick, and now you?ve got the same shape I do, just shorter, which was what I thought you?d like." "Holy crap, I do," smiled Craig, as it grew bigger and bigger on his face. "I love it. I got a girl's haircut. I can?t believe it, or anything today." "Believe it, sis?" His sister kissed his cheek. "You look beautiful!" "Wait, what will we tell mom?" Craig asked, getting panicky. "You think she?ll freak out? She?ll definitely notice, right?" "That I convinced you to finally get that mess trimmed," said Tara. "Relax, she?ll be happy about that." "You?re right about that?" said Craig squishing his cheeks. Craig loved his image in the mirror that was nothing exotic, yet he now understood how a decent haircut made a world of difference. Gone were his spilt ends and uneven lengths, replaced with a straight cut across the top of his shoulder blades in the back. In front, his hair now sat sweeping across from a simple side part at collar bone length with some gradual tapering upward at the ends under his chin. With some long layers to add a hint of fullness and the angles in front slightly curled towards his neck, the predominately pin straight style delivered a salon coiffed panache like nothing he could believe he would ever have. He could barely wipe the smile from his face, enjoying the shine of his dirty blonde, sleek locks as he stared at himself with a shorter version of the same style worn by his sister. Just watching it waver right back into place as he gingerly moved his neck was a thrill he never wanted to end, as Tara returned to collect him after paying the bill. "So get right in and out of the car into the theater when we get there," said Tara as they walked outside the salon. "It?s a pretty calm day and you?ve got a cut that can withstand it, but wind is not your friend now, ok?" "Theater?" asked Craig as he stopped dead in his tracks. "What theater?" "Did you seriously just hear what I said about wind, and you just got your hair done," scolded Tara. "Walk!" "Fine but what theater?" scrambled Craig catching up. "We?re going to the moves, and it?s only a five minute drive," said Tara as they got in. "I just told you how cute you look. You?re worried about that?" "You know, actually I?m not?" Craig repliedas they drove. "I mean this is like how most girls would look at a movie, in jeans and a nice top, right?" "Exactly," said his sister. "Cool." Craig tapped his chin. "Costumes, my ears pierced, a haircut and a movie. Wow, what else could I ask for?" "Yeah, maybe hold that thought, sis," said Tara, looking down at her phone.