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Passenger Seat Sister By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Four "Yes, much better plans but almost anything would be better than taking you to boring baseball." Tara turned the wheel. "So are you giving me a hard time, or you with me little sis?" "Well, I don't drive and I'm certainly not dressed for the second game?" Craig rolled his eyes. "I just feel bad about missing it though?" "Well you're about to feel better because I wasn't staying anyway, since it conflicted with my nail appointment, but I figured I could get back to watch you at bat when you subbed in during last part the second game," Tara said, parking the car. "Except.... that was before I got you in with me." "With you?" asked Craig. "Sure. I figured why waste a few hours of your time in a dirty dugout when we both know it was time better spent shaving those gross legs this morning that now look fantastic, and besides that, your nails really need it." "You're taking me to have my nails done?" asked Craig, stretching his fingers. "Thankfully yes! Look at them," said his sister, taking his hand and looking at him. "You desperately need a manicure! There's only so much I can do at home, or worse, in the car. Oh, and your toes. Now you'll put your sneakers back on later so put on the flip flops and get out." She tossed a pair of her flip flops his way and got out, coming around as she opened his door, patting her temple impatiently waiting as he changed into his flip flops. Then into the busy nail salon she took him as they sat waiting their turns in the lobby, until suddenly a girl came over calling for Ariana. The excitement was almost too much to contain as he tried to keep his composure but he was almost giddy as she brought him to her station. Between the fumes and the colors that surrounded him, his senses were sent into orbit as he sat there, placing his hands on the table. All he could think about as the girl began trimming each nail, was that he was now in the place he couldn't wait for his mother and sister to go to, as it gave him a solid window without fear of return to slip into their clothes. He always knew they'd be gone over an hour from the second they backed out of the driveway, yet instead of sneaking around at home, he was now there as one of them. As the girl buffed up each finger, he thought about how he'd make his way to Tara's room and set an alarm so he knew when to redress before they got home. This time though he'd be experiencing this firsthand, already dressed, as it didn't take that long before they primed his nails after his cuticles were trimmed back. It really was as relaxing as his sister promised, as they lotioned his hands and massaged his fingers. They were touches he'd never experienced, loving the softness as he touched the pads of his fingers, but then panic set in as they glued on this ridiculously long nail. He wanted to speak up as he had long talons like a witch, but wasn't sure what to say or how to say it as they added the acrylic mixture to each finger. He sat quietly, not thinking his sister would subject him to something that would look so crazy, but the thought did cross his mind until finally they trimmed and shaped each extension. He'd soon have gorgeous rounded tips a good half inch past the edge of each finger as he soaked up every minute of the experience while they began painting them. Although harder to really watch, his pedicure felt just as satisfying, as he understood quickly why he didn't walk in there in sneakers. With his fingers under the dryers, so much was happening at once as slowly but surely they also transformed his toes. He knew now he'd have a good two hours plus to dress if they were also getting pedicures, as for as much as his sister had treated him to such a wonderful experience, it was just as educational. When finally they finished and he stared down at the shine from each digit, he had now spent a few hours in a nail salon like any real girl. It took a minute to sink in, but when the fascination wore off, it hit him that for the first time he'd been subjected to something he couldn't just take off. This was no quick change outfit or even a hairdo that would wash out, he thought as they walked out of the nail salon. It was hard not to love them though as he wiggled his fingers, so excited they'd be with him until Sunday night, when he'd have to soak them off. "This is like more than I could have imagined," said Craig, staring at his long nails as he got in the car. "Yeah I know," smiled his sister, backing out of the parking spot. "But how often will we get a weekend like this, so I figured we may as well both enjoy it to the fullest, little sis." "You really do love having a little sister, don't you?" Craig looked down, wiggling his toes. "Yeah? I kinda do," laughed Tara, looking over at him. "Now I got a few really cute costume ideas that I'm thinking would be amazing on you that I saw in a brochure for this big Halloween Warehouse place. So Miss Ariana, that will be our next stop even before we hit the mall ok?" "Like I could say no to that?" Craig smiled, flipping around his fingers, enjoying the glisten from his nails. They bopped to some pop music as she drove, dancing and singing together in the car for the next twenty minutes. When finally she pulled up at the huge store, it was clearly not just a party store with costumes for the season like Party City, but instead was much larger and specialized. They walked in awe of the high end scary decorations, and there would be no ordering this time as costumes hung on pegs right out in the open. They were sectioned off by boys and girls, teens and adults, as his sister this time led the charge through the aisle. She started him off simple as Elsa, and then little red riding hood. She laughed at him trying to act tough as Wonder woman, which slightly pissed him off but then she made up for it when she allowed him to try something sexier, as a short skirted Snow White. He may have had the legs now for an adult version of a princess or a sultry Candy striper, but he knew in no way could he ever get away with wearing them, as he didn't have the bust. The sexy nurse or even Cat woman would be even worse with his lack of curves, yet looked really hot on his sister as she joined in. He was a good sport laughing as she tried on a few for herself, but Tara was mostly an observer and photographer, allowing him an hour of thrilling dress up. He did look so much cuter as a cheerleader trying three different types of cheer costumes, as his sister would add different bows. She came in and out now with him as he narrowed down some things he liked, and she flipped on and off some wigs, sizing up what hairdo would work until finally she stopped him to take a breather. "You know Mandy was right about the Taylor Swift hairdo thing," teased his sister, finger brushing the long platinum blonde wig with bangs. "I'm thinking this Rydel High thing looks the best on you with hair like that." "That's crazy, and not that I don't like it but..." said Craig, looking at himself in the old fashioned cheer costume. "You could make my hair look like that without cutting it?" "Probably not, and maybe we could clip in some bangs, but I hate to admit this but I'm thinking you must look better in my cheer uniform at home than this one?" Tara turned him, looking at the fit. "Well maybe now I do?" Craig played with his braid and looked down at his smooth legs. "You know if you're going to be ok with me wearing it again? And what's Rydel High?" "Slow down, and I've been sharing with you without complaining, but remember we talked about setting some boundaries so I'd rather you didn't," smiled Tara, touching his arm. "You know on second thought this is really cute on you, but I'm just not too sure many kids even know that movie any more. It's obviously a bit pass?, since you don't even know what Rydel High is, so maybe let's try something else now?" "Pass?? I don't even know what that means, but I get it Tara," said Craig, loving the costume and getting frustrated. "You don't think I look good as a cheerleader, so at this point you can just say it. In fact I'm not sure where I could wear any of this, except to places people didn't know me anyway?" "Stop getting frustrated, and I did not say that at all," said his sister, rolling her eyes. "You make an adorable cheerleader, and our own neighbor that's known you since you were a baby didn't recognize you." "But she might have without the sunglasses?" said Craig. "I doubt it, but were you willing to take that chance right now?" said Tara, touching his arm. "Remember you were the one that wanted to go places where no one knows you?" "Yeah I know?" said Craig as she rubbed it, soothing him. "Can you blame me?" "Of course not," Tara replied before letting go and looking into his eyes. "And did anyone know you as Jasmine? You're were adorable and as pretty as any girls in the class." "I was right?" smiled Craig. "Absolutely! And without sunglasses!" Tara hugged him again. "And I'm still thinking Batgirl for tonight so far? I'm thinking princesses won't cut it there with the teen crowd?" "Please Tara. I'm still not sure about tonight," said Craig, getting really nervous. "I don't think I'm ready to be out like this yet?" "I know we're trying on lots of this for you for the thrill of it, but isn't that what we're shopping for?" asked his sister. "Maybe? I mean I don't know and I'm thinking that was wishful thinking on my part," said Craig. "This has been amazing and so much fun trying on all this, but I guess a waste of time really." "Oh stop! In just a headpiece mask and after I did your makeup and now that your legs look gorgeous....." said his sister, grabbing his shoulders and looking at him. "No one would know you as Batgirl. That you could easily wear out with zero trouble." "Which was like the first thing I picked, but obviously not this old fashioned cheer thing, right?" Craig said. "I'm sorry Tara, but let's please just go run your errands, and I'm enjoying my time just being you sister more than anything else anyway." "Ariana, if your dream is to be a cheerleader. I will make you a gorgeous one," said his sister, touching his face. "If you want to be a princess or Batgirl or whatever, I'll make that work too. Believe me, I know what this all means to you and how hard all is this is on you, so I'm not rushing you into anything." "You're not?" Craig stepped back, nervously extending his fingers and looking down, breaking eye contact. "You sure?" "No I'm not." Tara lifted his hand. "So anytime you want to stop and try on some boy type stuff, just say the word?" "Like this?" Craig moved around his fingers. "And I just got these?" "Well those are pretty on you, and girls need their nails done," "Plus I know you love them." "Oh gawwwddd I really do," sighed Craig, feeling so girly with them on his hands. "Ok so then what would you pick if you were me?" "Well if you still want to go out to the Hayride tonight, I've thought about five or six things that will work, but I've had this in mind for you since before we even got here, so I think I may have saved the best for last," said his sister. "Wait here and I'll be right back" She was back in a flash as she hung a costume on the wall in a big bag and had him sit on the bench. She kneeled down looking into his eyes and then lifted his chin. "Cheat and I'll pull those contacts right out of your eyes," teased his sister, getting right in his face. "Eyes closed, and let me try this without you peeking, please! Deal?" "Why are you always doing stuff like this to me?" said Craig, closing his eyes as she lifted his foot, slipping something over it. "Because that's what sisters do to each other," replied Tara, working on the other foot now. "But besides your silly panicking, have you looked bad in anything I put you in so far?" "You really think I've looked good in everything?" said Craig, excited as he popped open his eyes. "You won't look good in a black eye if you mess with me," joked his sister, pushing his lids shut and helping him up. "And stand up please!" "Sorry?" Craig said as she was putting something over his left arm. "I love trying on costumes." "Yeah I know," said Tara as in went his right arm as it was sliding down over his head. "And I didn't like a few things on you that you picked, but I meant everything I picked looked good." "Yeah I figured." Craig laughed as he could feel her tugging the costume and zipping up the back. "I loved the movie, but I wasn't feeling it in the Elsa thing." "Yeah, and that wasn't the worst one, but please stand tall, honey." Tara adjusted and then pulled one of his braids. "But this movie thing on you will be so much better. I'm sure of it, so just give me one more second then count to ten and I'll be outside when you open your eyes, Ariana." He stood there counting to ten as his sister vacated the dressing room and then at five couldn't wait any longer, popping open his eyes. He looked down, not expecting what he saw yet instantly dying to see himself as he rushed from the dressing room outside to the mirror where he could see the whole image. "Oh my gawwwddd." Craig was playing with the hem of his skirt in the mirror. "I'm Dorothy! I love Dorothy!" "You know I did not know that?" said his sister with a grin. "I guess great minds think alike, and I guess that the sister connection we're learning more about every minute." He stood in the classic blue and white gingham print interlock skirt, unable to wipe the smile off his face, loving her selection. With the skirt just above his knees, it was a bit shorter than the movie version, yet still not overly sexy with a built-in white petticoat, complete with a lace hem ruffle. On top, the white broadcloth blouse had a high collar buttoned in the back, and ruffled short sleeves. Matching blue piping dressed up the delicate blouse area outside of the sewn in gingham print shoulder straps, and decorative buttons anchored the waist. "Wowww," sighed Craig, unable to stop touching his costume. "Maybe?" He could barely breathe as he looked down at his feet in blue ruffled ankle socks and glittery ruby red slippers before twisting and getting the rear view. He was in a costume that never crossed his mind that he wanted to be in, yet somehow it was so right as his sister approached him, touching his braid. "The braids are not exact, but after I do just a little work with the hair chalk and then then loosen the bottoms like Dorothy did, you'll get the idea," said Tara, rubbing a reddish chalk from his part out, coating his head. "Really if we were at home, I would have done a temporary rinse on your hair to go auburn and rearranged them a little, but I'm thinking you get the idea." She was raking his head with the roll on before finally she lifted his braid on the left, stroking across it. It was quick and not too messy as he stood uncomfortably being watched by the sales clerk. It was like she was painting his hair in public, as she had repeated it on the right before finally she began undoing the last few inches of each braid and moving up the bows. Thirty seconds later, with the little blue ribbon bows moved up a bit higher, as six inches of loose waves with a reddish sheen sat beneath them. He loved half spinning, watching his loose skirt waver and tumble until finally he put both hands on his hips, bending his legs inward. "Get the idea! I do, and I love it?" said Craig, clicking his shoes together. "There's no place like home? That's what she says, right?" "Yeah, and you seem quite at home in that?" giggled Tara, watching him spin in it. "You want it, right?" "Well, yeah." Craig stroked one of his braids. "Oh my gawwddd I love thi,s but you really think I could get way with wearing this out?" "Change to a soft red lip color while I pay, and here's my card, sir," said his sister, handing him a tube and the worker her card as she walked into the dressing room. Out she came with a few costumes hanging them back on the pegs before she walked to the counter, signing the credit card receipt and putting his outfit in a bag. "Do not tell me I'm leaving here like this?" said Craig as his sister reached out her hand. "Fine then I won't, but before we do?" said Tara, inspecting and then digging through her purse, taking out a tube. "That red looks stunning with this though. Nice job putting it on neatly, and let's add a high gloss finish." "But I can't walk around as Dorothy?" said Craig, panicking as she worked on his lips. "Why not?" Tara replied, taking his hand and starting to walk. "Now just come on." "It's broad day light, and not Halloween?" said Craig, pulling away his hand as they walked towards the exit. "I'm not doing this with you Ariana?" said Tara, holding open the door and teasing him. "Maybe click your heels and just imagine you're home, or worst case follow the yellow brick road." "Not funny, and the hayride isn't until tonight?" said Craig, folding his arms. "What are you thinking Tara, and you know how much I love this, but can't go there as Dorothy? You know, almost like a little girl?" "I'm thinking you don't want to be left alone as a little girl in a store either, do you?" said Tara, letting go of the door and walking out. "So let's go unless you plan on causing a scene or having security call your mommy then...?" "But where are you taking me like this?" moaned Craig, hurrying over to her. "Well down the dirty cement sidewalk, and it's the next best thing to home," said Tara, opening her pocketbook and taking out an invitation. "Now I agree this is not the right costume to hang out at the hay rides with a bunch of teens, but it's your friend Colleen's birthday party from dance school, and it's Halloween themed." "Are you kidding?" asked Craig. "You're talking about that nasty girl that wanted to beat me up?" "She was sweet, and she doesn't have that many friends," Tara explained. "Now come on, by the end of class you were besties, and she's excited about you coming?" "She thinks she's older than me, and she is a bully?" moaned Craig. "Which is why I agree this would not work for the hayride tonight, but for now it's adorable," Tara said. "Oh, and I may have recommended it, but you picked it." "I picked it because I loved how I looked in it?" said Craig, getting embarrassed. "How it made me feel?" "And that's how you'll make Colleen feel, since it's her birthday and you need the experience fitting in with more girls than just me, little sister," Tara said as they approached the party center. "Now I RSVP-ed to her mother you were coming, so get in there and this will help that confidence that seems to keep coming and going." "It does, doesn't it?" Craig replied as she opened the door. "Yup, and we kill nastiness with kindness, just like Dorothy did in the story." Tara pulled him inside. "So enjoy these moments I can find for you to experience life as a little girl, and the good news is you're not that bad a dancer?" "Oh gawwddd! Let's hope not?" gulped Craig, looking around. He was suddenly inside a large party place as his sister dragged him past the reception to a red door with Colleen's name on it. As they went in, it was dark yet lit in colorful spinning and pulsating lights with some pop music blaring. Near the left side wall stood a few moms having punch and finger sandwiches, while across the room towards the back, a dozen girls in costumes were hanging out and talking. "Go and socialize," his sister nudged him, leaving him as she walked towards the moms as he looked back at her, dying inside. "Great?" Craig sighed as he had little choice but to walk towards the kids, recognizing some of them from dance. "Oh you're Ariana, right?" said a girl walking up to him. "Uuumm yes, hi?" Craig said shyly. "I'm sorry I know we were in class together, but I'm not sure of your name." "It's Lucy, and that's ok?" said the girl, dressed as Mini-Mouse. "I don't know many girls here either, and I love that lip gloss. That looks amazing with the ruby red slippers." "Oh thanks?" said Craig, trying to figure out a reply. "UUmm. Yours too? It's really pretty with your polka dots and everything." "That's so sweet," said Lucy hugging him. "You seem so nice, and I figured you must be because you were all Colleen was talking about all night yesterday." "About me?" asked Craig surprised. "Yeah, we were facetiming for a while and she posted your pics together from yesterday on her Instagram?" said Lucy, flipping around her phone. "I guess you didn't see them yet? She called you like this hot belly dancer girl and look at all the likes you got?" "I was Jasmine, not a belly dancer," said Craig, looking at the pictures and getting sick. "I can't believe she posts this much." "Well I don't think that matters to all the guys that liked you," replied Lucy with a giggle. "I'd say Jasmine was a hit, and I think Dorothy may be even a bigger one." "You think a lot of those likes are from boys?" asked Craig, scrolling on her phone. "Oh gawwd, maybe she'll take some down." "You kidding? The girl is a posting machine, and wait until after today," giggled Lucy. "I know her mom got her a professional photographer for this party, so she?ll be posting a ton, and look at that post from her brother." "Is that about me?" Craig swallowed hard. "Well I don?t think he?d say these things about his sister, and you?re the only two in the picture," smirked Lucy. "Obviously he really likes you, and have you seen how cute the boy is?" "Eewwww," said Craig, feeling himself sweating. "You think her brother or some of those boys are coming here today?" "I heard they weren?t, and most of those posts are her brother?s friends," said Lucy, pointing out to the messages. "They have some stupid game, and why would you be worried about it? You look amazing as Dorothy." "Oh thank gawwdd," said Craig, relaxing a little. "I mean, thank you, and you as Mini look great too!" They talked for a few more minutes now before a few more girls introduced themselves, joining the conversation. It was no big deal chatting and then dancing a little together before ten minutes later a woman with a big camera interrupted them. "Girls, a minute please," said a woman, taking some pictures. "First together, and then separate." "Sure," said Lucy, putting her arm around Craig before taking a few solo shots, and then it was his turn solo. She seemed to be taking so many more shots of him than she did of Lucy as she posed him with a few other girls and then did a series of more shots of just him. "Honey, move towards the cake," said the woman as Craig moved over a few feet and posed on command. "And be still so I can get this on straight so we can get a few with your tiara on too, please." "Tiara?" asked Craig as she snapped down the clips on his head. "Big smile, sweetie," said the photographer before the lights began swirling and a spotlight hit the door as it opened. "Hello everyone! Your birthday girl has arrived, and I hope you didn?t miss me too much," Shouted Colleen, standing in the spotlight all excited before a stern look filled her face. "Are you freaking kidding me, bestie." A collective sigh pierced through the music as mothers covered their mouths and immediately Tara reacted. "Oh gawwdd," sighed Tara, dropping her punch cup and racing over to Craig as he watched surprised at her anger. "MOM!" yelled Colleen visibly upset. "What the hell is she doing!" "I think we just have a misunderstanding, honey!" said Tara ripping the tiara from his head. "Misunderstanding!" yelled Colleen, walking angrily his way and then ripping it from Tara?s hands. "That?s mine. I?m the birthday girl!" "Oh, my mistake honey," said the photographer. "Here, let me put it on you sweetie, and we?ll fix everything!" "Fix what!" yelled Colleen, grabbing Craig by the braid and yanking it hard. "I?m Dorothy! I?m the birthday girl, and why is she in this?" "Please let go!" screamed Craig as she twisted his braid around her wrist. "I didn?t know! I was just here for your party." "But now you have ruined it!" screamed Colleen, bouncing his head back and forth, like his braid was a rubber band. "And it?s your fault I?m late." "Please, let go," said Tara, trying to separate them. "And it was an honest mistake. We had no idea you were wearing that, and do not say that, because she did nothing to make you late." "Colleen, stop it," yelled her mother, pulling her hand from Craig?s braid. "Well if my brother wasn?t dying to try to smooch his little Instagram girlfriend, then we would not have been late," cried Colleen. "I guess it?s really his fault since he freaking had to come today and see her in person! So fine, it?s his fault we?re late since his stupid game ran over time." "I told you we only ran over because we borrowed a girl who made three errors, forcing extra innings since one of our kids didn?t show," yelled her brother. "So really it?s not my fault either, so if you want to blame anyone, it?s this kid Craig that screwed us today by not showing up." "Colleen," scolded her mother. "Lucas! Enough please." "Fine, here?s your Jasmine, you jerk," said Colleen, pushing back Craig. "You happy now!" "Sorry, sis," said Lucas, looking at her and feeling bad. "Whatever?" said his sister, rolling her eyes and walking away. "Get away from me." "I?m sorry. She?s such a drama queen. Hi Ariana," said Lucas, turning beet red, looking at Craig and extending his hand. "She hates baseball and never really comes to my games, but with everything going on my mom had to pick me up on the way and things ran later than they should have." "Oh?" Craig stared at her brother, knowing it was his teammate. "H..hh..Hi." In his head he was heeding his sister?s advice to play it cool, yet he was unsure what to do as his hand shivered as he extended it. It was weird to see his long nailed hand shake with a boy's as thankfully he seemed as nervous as Craig did. They were teammates for the first time this year and not really friends off the baseball diamond, yet knowing he was looking right at him was scaring the piss out of him. "Uuumm really cool Dorothy costume, and I?m still a baseball player," said Lucas in his uniform, nervously looking at him and smiling. "Boring costume I know, but do you like baseball or is that a stupid question for a girl?" "Uuummmm?" said Craig, wanting to rush away, nervously twirling his braid now. "I don?t know? Maybe?" "Ok and it doesn?t matter anyway," said Lucas, working up the nerve to look up at him. "That's some sparkly smile you have? Uuuumm really cool." "Yeah ummm," said Craig, wanting to crawl under a rock. "My sister?s lip gloss." "Sorry, maybe that came out wrong," said Lucas, taking a breath. "Just don?t take this the wrong way, but you look so familiar, but I feel like I would have remembered a smile like yours at my house." "Yeah never been there, so guess not," said Craig, looking away and then turning and looking for Tara to help. "But I better get back to the party now." "Ok, and I?ll tell my mom that we should have you over really soon," said Lucas, stopping him from walking away and looking at him with hearts in his eyes. "And maybe before you go back to the girls, did you want to go get some punch with me?" "Uuummm," mumbled Craig, about to freak. "You know I..." "So I hate to break up your little chat Ariana, but I?m thinking things are getting a little too uncomfortable for everyone," said Tara, interrupting. "Sorry Lucas, but I?m thinking there?s only room for one Dorothy at this party and how about we go change, sis?" "You couldn?t have thought of that ten minutes ago," said Craig, feeling relief. "Bye!" "Bye, Ariana," Lucas said as Craig turned and headed right towards the door. "Don?t worry, she thinks you're cute too and she likes baseball," Tara whisperedwith a wink as Craig scurried out the door. "Next time you need a player, think about calling her. She?s really good for girl." "That?s awesome," replied Lucas surprised. "I?d love to call her. How do I do that, and when should I?" "I?m not sure she?s ready yet," said Tara walking away. "But maybe she will be the next time that kid you mentioned doesn?t show. Your mom has my number." Craig was half way down the sidewalk before his sister got outside and then turned as she yelled his way. "You?re walking past where we parked, Ariana," yelled his sister, strolling and texting as she walked. "Fine, but what?s taking you so long?" asked Craig turning around. "Me?" sighed Tara, tossing up her hands. "You kidding? I needed to say a quick goodbye and apologize. Something you also should have done, so I?m texting something a little more personal now." "You told me we should leave?" said Craig, heading back towards her as they left the sidewalk, heading onto the pavement towards the car. "No, I was saving you from flipping out with Lucas, and I said change?" said Tara. "You expected me to change and stay there?" Craig followed along. "With her brother, to see if he?d figured out who I was?" "The only thing he was trying to figure out was if there was a dark corner you two could go make out in," laughed Tara, clicking on the car. "And no I wasn?t expecting you to change and stay, but you shouldn?t have barged out, which drew even more attention to you. Better you should have just said goodbye and said you had a belly ache or something?" "I do have a belly ache," said Craig as they got in. "Why, because a boy never even thought twice you might be a boy he knew, seeing you only as this pretty girl?" said Tara, handing him the bag with his clothes. "Or was it more because a sixth grade girl almost just kicked your ass." "Oh gawwddd," said Craig grabbing his stomach. "And she?s in seventh! But I?m thinking both." "Yeah well change while I drive, and let?s go do some shopping. That always makes me feel better," said his sister, pulling out with the car. "But I think if you're honest with yourself, sure those things might be bothering you but I?m betting it?s more because a boy liked you, right?" "You really do want me to puke in your car, don?t you?" said Craig as he took off his socks and ruby slippers. "Eeewww! You know how I am about my car," said Tara, grossed out before snapping on him. "Do that and I?ll bring your pretty ass right back there for the chunky Dorothy to sit on you like the house that fell on the witch while her darling brother swoops in to save his little princess with a little smoochie time! How?s that sound to soothe your aching belly?" "You know shopping sounds amazing, and my stomach feels so much better now," smiled Craig before changing back into his socks. "Yeah I figured as much," Tara said as he leaned down, putting on a sneaker. "And when I get a chance I?m going to have to ask my brother why he never told me he had such a cute boy on his team?" "Just drive, please," said Craig, rolling his eyes as he tied it. "And I think the cute boy?s name on the team was Craig." "You know I didn?t realize there was a Craig on your team anymore, sis? But now we?re getting somewhere, aren?t we Ariana?" his sister teased as he put on the other one. "So thanks for confirming you?ve been scouting out the cute boys." "You?re impossible!" moaned Craig, turning his back towards her. "Just shut up and unzip the back, please." "The only thing impossible is for you to pull that over your head in my car and not get lipstick on it," said his sister unzipping it. "Now take a wipe from my pocketbook and wipe down your lips before you get it all over the white." "Ok, but you knew what I meant," said Craig, folding down the mirror and wiping off the color. "And you knew what I meant too?" said Tara, looking at him at a traffic light. "That?s two cute boys in two days. One cuter than the next. So are you gonna make a move while you still can, or is this strictly just dress up?" "While I still can what?" Craig asked, looking away. "And can?t we just leave it as we?re enjoying our time as sisters." "Us talking does yes," said Tara, pulling into the mall parking lot. "And sisters don?t keep secrets from each other." "I?m not," replied Craig as she parked in the back. "Well I hope not after all this, and hands up, let me help you off with that," said Tara, gingerly pulling the costume over his head. "I just thought the ways the boys have reacted to you that it would be tough to resist? I know I wouldn?t have the will power." "Just that they have is hard enough to handle, Tara," said Craig, getting a little emotional. "I didn?t start dressing up to impress boys." "Yeah, but after you did last night it didn?t stop you either," joked Tara raising her brows. "Now don?t break down on me here with those pretty big eyes and I meant like while you?re dressed for the weekend. Now regardless of what you?re wearing, you can always be my little sister inside, but who knows when we?ll get this chance to be out like this again was all I meant." "Yeah I know, and did you have to remind me?" Craig sucked up his tears before they could tumble out. "I?m hoping mom will go away again soon?" "Well it?s Halloween season, so I?m thinking why worry about it since no matter what, this is the time you can dress up without a problem," said Tara, reaching over and touching his face and then playing with his braids, taking out the bows. "I?m thinking if I told her you were curious how you?d look as a girl and we tried on a few girl?s costumes, she?d be all over taking Dorothy trick or treating?" "You think I could tell her that!" asked Craig. "I couldn?t even tell you?" "Well you could tell her I suggested it, and pressured you?" laughed Tara. "I mean the second she got the chance to help me turn that hair ginger and see how you looked made up, maybe she?d be cool with you doing it regularly? I mean that is what you want, right?" "Maybe I just want to keep sneaking in your room and wearing you stuff," gulped Craig. "I?m thinking that?s a lot easier since I don?t have to hide it from you now, so how about we just stick with that, please?" "Whatever? But then how about we start with you maybe actually putting my stuff on so we can go shopping?" said Tara, turning off the car. "Or did you plan on coming into the mall in just my sneakers and underwear?" "Yeah I?m on that!" Craig looked out the window and pulled on her top. "I thought you would be, and let?s get out these braids," said his sister, reaching over and pulling out the bands and unraveling his hair, finger brushing it as he pulled on his skirt. "We?re not in Kansas anymore, and you look cute with your hair wavy." "Wow! I always wanted to know how it would look wavy," smirked Craig, folding down the mirror, biting his lip and fluffing each side of his middle parted wavy locks with his fingers. "I should fix my lips pink again, right?" "I guess you?re getting the hang of this?" smiled his sister, handing him the lip color. She opened the door and then he was in his glory as she led him into the mall. In store after store he tried on skirts, tops, dresses and even shoes, as she?d explain why certain things would work or why they wouldn?t. They browsed, hit the sale racks and he modeled everything she?d allow as he could barely contain his excitement, as slowly but surely, he was accumulating some things of his own. She was the best sister ever, using her coupons and finding every BOGO sale she could as every time she got something for herself, he did as well. They dined as sisters, sampled makeup and played with accessories as he never wanted this day to end. Four hours later, they had done some significant damage to their mother?s credit card, yet Tara stayed within her allowable limit until finally they returned to the car, exhausted. "So not a bad haul for today you got there, sis," said Tara, backing up the car. "Ohh mmyy gaawddd, Tara," said Craig, folding down the makeup mirror, squishing his cheeks and looking at the new blush color he had on. "I can?t thank you enough, and I don?t know how you girls even do it!" "Do what, shop?" Tara asked. "Because you seemed to have done just fine in that area?" "Do everything?" said Craig. "My head is spinning?" "Well then you?ve got to stop twirling when you try stuff on," Tara flicked her wrist. "Rotating your hips is enough, and if you spin too much you can scuff up your shoes before you even get to wear them." "Got it, and I think the black flats you got me are my favorite," said Craig, looking in his bag. "I?ll be sure to be especially careful in those, and I was thinking I could wear them tomorrow." "Yeah maybe we?ll hit brunch, and you could wear them with the black skirt and turquoise tunic," said Tara. "I?m thinking that would be dressy enough for a Sunday? Unless you wanted to wear one the dresses you bought or I might wear the peach one?" "Seriously?" said Craig. "You?re borrowing my stuff now?" "You mean the stuff I bought you? With my coupons?" replied Tara annoyed. "Is that a problem?" "No, but I?d like to at least wear it first?" said Craig. "Yeah I can see that," laughed Tara. "But I may have to ask mom to have my closet expanded into your room if this continues." "I?d complain about that just to show her I was," said Craig extending his nails. "But do not even tease me like that. It sounds amazing!" "Just get the bags from the bag seat while I empty the trunk," said Tara, pulling up the car at their house. "And it?s dark enough no one should notice a thing, so don?t dilly dally before a nosey neighbor comes out." Quickly they emptied the car, hurrying into the house with their hands full of bags. When they got inside, they headed right up to her room, putting everything down while Craig plopped right down on her bed while Tara folded things and putting them away. He?d now have a few things of his own in his sister?s room, as she hung her outfits in her closet along with his, and showed him what drawer the rest would be in. Once she had it organized to her liking, she handed him a bathrobe and some makeup wipes as he headed in to the bathroom, knowing what to do. It sucked to wipe off the remnants of his odd, but fun filled day, as eight pm on a Saturday felt like the middle of the night as he was ready for her pjs. In and out of the shower he went, as instructed washing his hair but then when he came out, Tara was on the phone while she ironed and then his eyes got wide as he noticed the Bat girl costume laid out on the bed. "Mom wants to say hi to her baby," said his sister, handing him the phone. "Oh hi mom," said Craig listening. "Yeah everything?s great. Yeah.. Yeahh.. Yeahhhh. She?s been awesome." "Damn right you better say that," laughed his sister, ironing again as he sat on her bed. "Oh my earrings?" said Craig as she questioned him. "Uuumm yes I?ve cleaned them, so they won?t get infected and do you want to see them?" "Well, your sister was supposed to send me a good picture and never did?" said his mother. "Let me facetime you?" "She wants to facetime?" Craig held his hand over the phone. "Its fine," said his sister, hurrying over, checking his face and then pulling back his wet hair. "Good job taking off the makeup, and just look straight at her because your hair is still a bit wavy." As she accepted the face time, he looked straight at the phone as his mother inspected him. "Oh I love them, Craigie," squealed his mother. "Really cute on him, right mom?" said Tara taking back the phone. "Oh yes and tell me about the costume you picked!" said his mother. "Did you pick something scary where we could do some cool makeup?" "Oh if you know your son," winked Tara. "You know he did. We are going to have so much fun with that?" "Oh good, I hoped he would?" said their mother. "Let me see it?" "But I didn?t pick anything like that?" Craig panicked, covering the phone. "Please Tara. Do not show her Dorothy, or why the Batgirl costume on the bed." "You sure?" said Tara. "I?m pretty sure she?d be fine with it, and maybe it would be easier over facetime. I could re-braid your hair real quick, and we could call her back with you in it, or you could put Batgirl right on." "Please no," begged Craig. "I can?t. I?m not ready." "What?s going on there?" asked their mother. "Did I lose you?" "Oh sorry mom, bad connection," said Tara, rolling her eyes. "Oh I hear you again, honey," said their mother. "And did you get the tickets for tonight. I don?t want him going alone or with one of his idiot friends that would run off. That place can be scary, and he?s just barely ok with the fright stuff as it is, so you?re taking him, right?" "That I am, mother," replied Tara with some sarcasm. "But you realize you just ruined the surprise, since I didn?t tell him yet?" "Oops?" smirked their mother. "You mean to the Haunted hayride?" asked Craig. "I was planning on going soon, but not until..." "Not until he was ready, and he will be mom," said Tara, shoeing him away. "Good, and let me see the costume he picked," his mother requested. "I?m dying to see what he?s thinking, and wish I was there to help with the makeup." "Tara?" gulped Craig. "No, and I?m not? I?m not ready to go yet at all?" "Relax, I got this, and you?ll be fine?" said his sister, covering the phone and then winking at him. "You?re being such a girl!"