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All Dressed Up but Nowhere to Go By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two "Maybe that came out wrong, Jess." Tim looked over at Rebecca. "And believe me, based on what we talked about. I wouldn't be too involved." "Don't be nervous, Jessica and let's not get off on the wrong foot," Rebecca said. "It's nothing like that sounded." "Oh thank gawwwddd," replied Jacob, relieved then freaking out a little. "I mean... no offense you're stunning but I just..." "None, and you do have some really cute stuff there," said Rebecca, grinning and looking at him. "And nice to see you again these days honey, so maybe let's start over." "UUummm," muttered Jacob. "Hi." "Hi, and don't worry I'm here to help," said Rebecca. "Come sit down, and I don't bite." "I asked her to come," said Tim interjecting. "She's out of work and been quarantined two weeks as well, so she's safe." "Yup, haven't left the building," said Rebecca, tapping her face. "Sucks right?" "A little?" said Jacob, wanting to crawl under a rock. "Well I happened to be downstairs doing laundry just bullshitting with Tim, catching up on general shit and then next thing I know I stop him before he can fuck up this beautiful corset," explained Rebecca, tapping her long nails on the table. "She did, and then we get to talking, so she tells me she's out of work," Tim said. "I knew she was a hairdresser. Turns out I never knew all the stuff she's done so?" "So?" Jacob asked. "So I told him I'd be happy to cut his hair while we're in quarantine if we could both be masked up and then he asked me if I did more than that from home," explained Rebecca. "I said I've done all types of things from makeup to hair to nails and loved doing makeovers." "And then I hired her," smiled Tim. "To help you. That's all." "Why would you think that?" Jacob began to get pissed off. "You needed help!" replied Tim, trying to calm him. "Calm down I didn't. You look great, but I know you've been watching videos and trying things, so I thought first hand lessons would be better?" "Did you?" snarled Jacob with some attitude. "Well?" said Tim. "Well you're an asshole," steamed Jacob, getting emotional. "And of course I need help! I admit it but you....you didn't need to say it did you?" "Honey, we all need help, and you wouldn't be my first dresser or trans girl," said Rebecca, trying to calm him. "Really?" sighed Jacob, perking up. "Really, and you do look pretty but I can make you even prettier if you'd give me a chance," Rebecca said in a soothing voice. "Please I could really use the job and teach you right way more than some youtube shit." "It's not all shit?" said Jacob. "Is it?" "All of it no," laughed Rebecca. "But you still need the right stuff. I assume what you own has been purchased at a drug store without any help from a professional." "Well a little, but mostly on-line," admitted Jacob. "Not anymore." Rebecca reached down into a shopping bag. "Your roommate just purchased a nice new set of brushes and a fabulous makeup kit that I recommended. Typically I sell them at my salon but you're lucky I have a few of them unopened I sell when people come to my apartment. It won't be everything you need, but as we go I'll make a list of what else we need and Tim can run down to the drug store for the rest." "You're kidding?" Jacob said as Rebecca opened a pink metallic case on the table. "So you want to give me a makeover? Teach me everything?" "Honey, Rome wasn't built in a day," laughed Rebecca, taking out a large set of brushes. "But yeah I'd love to make you over if you'll let me, and I was paid to give you lessons, so think of it more as a start if you're ok with that." "I can't believe you did, Tim?" said Jacob, getting choked up. "I can't let you?" "Well I already paid her, but you don't have to do anything." Tim tossed up his hands. "But I did anticipate you'd feel this way, so worst case she'll tell me what else to buy and I'll get it. I guess then you can do it yourself." "He's right, but trust me, the lessons are invaluable," Rebecca interrupted. "I'd love to help you." "I know, but I just don't feel right letting him pay," muttered Jacob. "And all this looks amazing and makes what I own look like crap, but I wouldn't even know..." "Sure you would, and what do you have to lose letting her help you," Tim told him. "But it's your call and I'm not asking her for my money back. Worst case I'm doing a good deed helping a friend out of work." "How much more can you help me?" asked Jacob. "Like I'm really doing anything here, and would have dumped this money in a bar this weekend if one was open?" replied Tim with a giggle. "But I meant Rebecca. Now let her do her thing. The poor girl needs the work." "You know I hate you, but thanks," nodded Jacob, smiling and turning to Rebecca. "Ok and thank you as well." "Good, so now that this is settled, I'm going back down to do laundry and text me when you need me to run out Rebecca," said Tim, walking to the door. "Have fun ladies." "Don't worry, Jessica," smiled Rebecca taking more items from her shopping bag and laying them out on the table. "This is going to be fun! Excited?" "Kind of?" giggled Jacob. "But mostly terrified." "Don't be." Rebecca smiled. "But we'll need to start with a clean slate so the time to be shy is gone, and trust me it'll be worth it in the end." She put on her mask now and then approached him, ever so carefully pulling back his wig and placing it down on the chair next to him. He swallowed hard suddenly as she slid a thin hand band across his temple to hold back his sweaty hair and then draped him with a big cape before she began scrubbing away his makeup. He was just that quickly in the hands of a neighbor from another floor he was barely acquainted with, and the next thing he knew her gloved hands were wiping away any last traces of cosmetic cover he could hide behind. Even as a male, he had never been shaved by anyone else before, but that's exactly where she started as she lathered and used a long straight razor to wipe away any half days minor growth. He'd normally done this himself each day before starting dinner, but never with such precision as the long straight blade sliced at him closer than ever. When she finished, she began rubbing a soft cream against his skin but then the oddest thing happened as she closed his left eye with her fingers. Beneath his brow he soon felt the warmth of the cream as out of his open eye he could see her big razor approach well above his cheek bone. After several strokes of her razor, he could see some tweezers positioned between her fingers instead as down it came, delivering quite the unexpected pinch. When she allowed him to open his eye and she stared down evaluating her work on the left side, it was like she held surgical tools instead of a razor, small scissor and tweezer. In a strange way it seemed as scary as a sharp scalpel while she made some fine adjustments shaping his left brow and then switched over to the right. Back and forth she went plucking and slicing away more than he could have ever had the guts to do himself until finally she took a small scissor, trimming at some of the lengths. "Just that alone is going to make a world of difference," said Rebecca through her mask. "I can tell you tried to man sculpt a little there, but honestly you really needed that." "Ok?" Jacob yelped as she was sampling foundation colors against his skin. "I didn't realize they were that bad." "And you didn't realize that red lipstick you had on washes you out, especially with this foundation you had on, which is off at least two or three shades," replied Rebecca, setting up a mirror stand on the table and then beginning on his face. "But how could you know? No girl could without the proper instruction." He was half insulted, but knew she was probably right as he was already taken aback staring at what was left of his brows. He then watched her open a package with some makeup sponges and quickly his focus would change as she then began to work on his face. She began teaching him how to cover any shadow from his follicles that contained his light brown beard, and then how to create an impeccable slate. In no time his head was spinning as she explained how to use different products, colors and shades to conceal what shouldn't be seen or to highlight what should be emphasized. Within ten minutes, he realized his roommate's money was well spent as before she even began on his eyes or his cheeks, for the first time his face looked flawless and his brows were now unmistakably female. To his eyes she went next, with a pencil thinly lining his waterlines. This was precise work he was horrible at, not yet mastering how to keep a steady hand comfortably only lining outside his lashes. Just the grasp of the pencil and then directional stroking of a liquid liner across the lash line would be eye opening moments, as that's precisely what they did, opening his eyes both literally and figuratively. The intricacies that followed about applying eye shadow at creases and inside arches were in a way her first teachings about art and creativity, as it was almost overwhelming seeing all the colors on the pallet she talked through. The two little eye shadow pallets he owned with six colors in each were quickly dwarfed by the huge array he now owned, as the new set had more neutrals alone than both sets he owned combined. The same would be true with cheek and face colors, as his head spun, understanding blushes, bronzers and highlighters or even about which brush to use where. His first brow and lash comb would almost be revelations as she separated and coated his lashes before defining his new brows. Even the right way to sharpen a lip pencil and options for shaping his lips would send his head spinning, before finally at least brushing on a color would ease his mind that he'd previously done something right. What he hadn't done right at all though was understand how lighting affected his makeup, as this day time look was nothing like what he was used to at all. Salmon pink sparkly lips now seemed more natural, yet for a change his face didn't seem to be hiding behind a defining lip color that he'd used to shout out that he was female. Instead, his more full looking lips would be part of an unblemished complexion with beautifully defined cheekbones that had a hint of shine beneath his lower lashes. Above that, his lashes thickly curled, never seeming so full and lush as they bent beneath the arch of his brow, now having natural blended pinks and light taupe as their canvas instead of being lost in a thick brow. What would be seventy five minutes of fixing male flaws, detailed discussion and makeup artistry resulted in him appearing fairly natural, as he couldn't stop twisting his face and opening and closing each eye in amazement. He was finally that girl that didn't need to hide bright lipstick meant for a statement look or formal occasion, yet this was the occasion he never dreamed he'd be in. It was the occasion of feeling every bit the woman, yet looking so natural as one as he stared at himself, almost not believing his own eyes. "So?" said Rebecca, smiling at him, struggling to hold in his little grin. "So I don't even know what to say?" replied Jacob, starting to get emotional. "Except, wow! And thank you!" "Don't you dare, Jessica!" Rebecca smiled. "I'm dying to hug you, but you know I can't and I think you look stunning." "Well, stunned," joked Jacob, sucking up his mucus. "And yeah that part really sucks. I really wish I could hug you too." "Close your eyes and let's set this, but at least your mascara is waterproof," joked Rebecca, misting his face. "In time we'll have plenty for hugging as we progress with the lessons." "Really?" said Jacob, popping open his eyes. "You're going to do this again! We're not done!" "No, honey," smiled Rebecca, texting. "I'll be back tomorrow if that's ok?" "Tomorrow! I'd love that," replied Jacob, reaching over towards the hair on the chair next to him. "That's awesome, and can I put on my wig now?" "I hoped you'd want that, and I just texted Tim so he can get everything you'll need," said Rebecca, stopping him from getting it. "But I was also thinking I wasn't done yet today." "Oh I'm sorry?" Jacob said curiously. "I was just dying to see how I'd actually look with my hair done, but I didn't know there was more you'd be doing with my face." "Me too, and there isn't," said Rebecca, standing up and moving a kitchen chair over to the sink. "Come on, I'll wash your hair out here." "You're going to do my hair?" asked Jacob, really surprised. "My actual hair?" "Well it wasn't on my original agenda when I chatted with Tim," replied Rebecca, coming back over and pulling off the headband and touching his hair. "But yeah. You've got plenty that I can do something cute with, so where's the bathroom so I can get your shampoo and conditioner." "Uuummm right there," said Jacob, feeling his heart skip a beat, pointing to the bathroom. "But are you sure? My hair really isn't that long." "Neither is mine," laughed Rebecca, reaching behind her head and pulling out a long extension, dropping it in his hands before walking towards the bathroom. "Now I'm glad you like your makeup, but I'm a hairdresser first and trust me, we can vary your length no problem." "Wow I could never tell," said Jacob, seeing the long strand in his hands. "That's the idea, honey," laughed Rebecca, taking it back from his hands as she returned and lifted her hair, snapping it in. "Now sit back and let me wash your hair out. You can still wear the wig anytime you want, but you've got nine more lessons paid for and I know from experience how hot and itchy they can be in all day." "Nine more?" smirked Jacob, leaning his head back towards the sink. "My roommate is insane." "No, he's a godsend and this money is a huge help," smiled Rebecca, switching on the water and squirting his head. "My unemployment check still hasn't come yet, and you don't know how lucky you are?" "Mine either, so honestly I think I do," replied Jacob as she was saturating his head. "He's amazing and so generous." "He is, and guys like him are few and far between," said Rebecca as she massaged in some shampoo. "Before we started talking in the laundry room, I had no idea how I was going to pay my electric bill and now he saved my ass! I could just kiss him on the lips!" "Me too!" sighed Jacob, smiling as her fingers felt wonderful in his hair. "Really?" Rebecca stopped. "I must admit I was curious, but I didn't know you were too?" "Uuumm maybe that came out wrong?" gulped Jacob, looking up at her. "Or maybe what you didn't want to come out just came out right?" laughed Rebecca, squirting his head and washing out the shampoo. "No..no," said Jacob, mortified as she rinsed it. "We're just roommates, and great friends." "Not judging, girlfriend," Rebecca said, adding some conditioner. "So you really don't like him that way?" "I used to have a girlfriend," said Jacob as she massaged it in. "For like two years." "How wonderful?" said Rebecca, stopping and looking down on him, pausing for a few seconds. "But not what I asked you?" "I don't like any guys that way," replied Jacob nervously. "You mean like not yet? Or not him?" Rebecca turned on the water again, rinsing. "Or not at all?" "Uuuummm not at all," replied Jacob as she squeezed some moisture from his hair and sat him up. "I guess?" "You guess?" chuckled Rebecca, wrapping his head in a towel and looking him dead in the face. "Seriously?" "Ok," said Jacob uncomfortably. "Can I say not really, but not sure?" "You can say anything you want, and I told you I'm not judging. Now come sit back down," said Rebecca, walking back over to the table and moving the mirror away. "But he's a great guy, plus the fact he's really cute." "No doubt," admitted Jacob, coming over and sitting down. "You know the great guy part." "And treats you like a goddess," laughed Rebecca, pulling over the towel and combing through his hair. "I know," Jacob replied as she parted his wet locks down the middle and combed it on his shoulders. "But that doesn't mean he?" "No, not at all, and I'm not saying that. Chin up and look straight ahead, please," smiled Rebecca, taking her scissors in her hand and lifting his chin. "I was just more curious, so sorry if I sent your head spinning, but he obviously really cares about you, and that's sweet." "We care about each other, and I take care of him while I'm home," said Jacob as she combed back the front before snapping in a big clip atop his head and then began shearing behind his neck. "Cooking and housework and stuff. That's our deal." "Everything except food, shopping and laundry," smiled Rebecca, stretching his hair behind him, trimming. "That I did "Until I'm ready to walk out and not freak out," said Jacob, nervously listening to all the snipping. "Well I'm not pushing you, but I'm thinking that day will be here soon, especially once I'm done with you," said Rebecca, working on the left now, extending his hair trimming. "Especially if you're worried about how you look, and that's what's holding you back." "Of course that's a big part of it, but I just started on-line therapy and we're kind of fleshing out a lot of my issues," admitted Jacob, trying to peek as he began seeing snippets tumble down his cape. "But honestly, you've made me feel amazing already! Except for how short it appears my hair is about to be?" "That's great honey, and not that short, so stop worrying!" said Rebecca, moving to the right now. "And you're telling me the therapist doesn't ask you about liking guys or wanting to date cute boys? Come on, that has to come up?" "Really it's been focused on how I feel about myself, and who I think I want to be," Jacob replied, seeing hair shearings fly down his cape on the right now. "Not exactly my dating preferences." "I get it," said Rebecca, stretching his hair even more now, shearing. "But I'm thinking it should?" "You really do have a one track mind on that stuff, don't you?" laughed Jacob. "And please, are you sure about this? My hair isn't that long to start with." "Sorry. Been quarantined away from my boyfriend too long, and I live alone, so what can I say? I miss him," said Rebecca, pulling out the clip and letting the top fall, combing through it. "And it's not that short, but you needed this. There are no pretty girls with mop heads." "Which is why I wear a wig," Jacob answered, getting even more nervous. "Which I told you you won't need to, except to change it up," said Rebecca, combing the top to the left, stretching. "You do realize you're going to need to learn to do your hair and your wig is pretty, but the first thing I noticed about it when I saw you in it was it could use a good washing and reconditioning." "I guess so," Jacob agreed as she trimmed. "I kind of always wished I knew some of these things." "And now you will!" smiled Rebecca, flipping the top to the other side, stretching the length again. "I'll teach you how to do your own, plus wash and set your wig. I mean what else does either of us have to do for the next few weeks?" "I was so scared, but now I'm so happy I met you, but I feel terrible about you missing your boyfriend," said Jacob as she moved his neck, trimming. "I've been lucky enough to have my roomie and not be alone. I didn't mean to dismiss how hard that must be or how nice you've been to me." "Didn't take it like you were, and eyes closed until I tell you please?" said Rebecca, combing it past his face now and flipping over sections. "But I'm assuming you do love being his little house wife." "I'm not sure that's the right term." Jacob smiled with his eyes closed as she sheared. "But yeah for now it works for us." "Term or no term, you definitely make a cute little house wife if you ask me," said Rebecca, brushing his hair across his face. "One every guy would love to come home to when I'm done with you." "You know I don't know if that's good or bad," laughed Jacob. "Well it'll be good if you keep still, and bad if you keep fidgeting while I'm trimming," joked Rebecca, stopping his face from moving. "Sorry," mumbled Jacob, allowing her to work, hearing nothing but the shearing now as it was silent for a minute. "Ok I think this is going to look so cute on you," said Rebecca, filling her hand with mousse and then working it in. "But in a few more minutes you tell me?" He was just as excited as he was scared as she turned on her hair dryer and then began blowing out his hair. With her fingers and a brush he sat enjoying the warmth, and somehow this felt so different than what he'd ever received at the barber shop. Section by section she wiped out the dampness and then what would never happen in a barber chair did as she put down the dryer before snapping a big jaw clip in on top, keeping it out of his eyes. Back onto the table went her dryer and then he watched her pull a small iron from a bag of hair tools, plugging it in. "You're curling it?" mumbled Jacob, noticing all the ends to the shaft. "I can curl it or straighten it or do plenty," smiled Rebecca, unscrewing a barrel on the wand and snapping on a different attachment. "Now just relax, and I thought we'd start simple, ok?" Through his hair now she glided her iron, starting in the back and then winding her way to the left. It really wouldn't be long until she would be over to the right side and then she reached back over to the table, grasping her scissors in her other hand before walking in front of him. "Eyes closed and chin level, looking straight ahead, please." Rebecca pulled out the clip, moving his face. He could feel the brushing that was again followed by her iron and then some minor trimming on the left side only. Two or three more tugs would follow through his hair and then he smelled the fragrant hairspray followed by the sensation of stickiness on his forehead. "Well I'd say that's pretty good for today, anyway," said Rebecca. "Open, honey." "You must be kidding?" said Jacob, opening his eyes, astounded and staring at himself as she had set up the mirror again. "So?" Rebecca proudly noticed his shock and then his smile. "Am I good or what?" "I can't believe this is even me?" Jacob exclaimed, moving his neck back and forth, looking at each side. "The hair! The makeup! Holy shit!" "You look so pretty," said Rebecca, picking up the mirror and walking behind him showing him the back. "Big difference I know from when I met you, but I think this is a good start." "Let's start with that this is now my haircut and even my face!" said Jacob, almost afraid to touch his hair as she circled him with the mirror. "It's shocking?" "Listen that is normal for every girl when you go shorter," said Rebecca, putting it back down in front of him and stepping behind him, touching his hair. "Well I've really never been longer in actuality," smiled Jacob, stroking his hair. "Really I'm more shocked you could even do that to my hair, but I really really love it." "Reaaaalllyyy?" teased Rebecca, making a face, intimidating him. "Uuuhhhuuuhh?" nodded Jacob, joking around. "And that's what we were both hoping for, Jessica!" said Rebecca, pulling away his hand. "Right!" "Well yeah!" Jacob smiled, enamored with himself, squishing his cheeks, making faces in the mirror. "Am I used to my hair longer? Sure? But am I used to anything I'm going through? Not a fucking chance! But I've never never felt prettier." "And no offense," laughed Rebecca. "Or looked more beautiful." "It's just so hard to believe?" Jacob shook his head, loving his hair wavering yet falling right back into place. "Believe it, and trust me you're ready to food shop like this," lectured Rebecca, putting away her iron. "No one would not know you were anything but a cute young housewife." "Oh gawwdddd," gulped Jacob. "I think I actually might agree with you now." "Of course you do, and you've still got me for at least nine more lessons," said Rebecca, thinking as she stared at him. "Wait until you see what I can do with you for a date night!" "I'm just getting over the initial shock, so please," smiled Jacob, holding out his hand like a stop sign. "Now easy with that, he's my roommate, not a boyfriend." "Interesting how that mind of yours is working now that you're looking so sexy?" laughed Rebecca. "I didn't say anything about your roommate. I said a date night." "Oh I..." mumbled Jacob, embarassed about what he had said. "It doesn't matter." Rebecca shook her head. "But let me know what he thinks when he sees you." "Sure," nodded Jacob as she was packing up. "And I can't thank you enough." "Me either, my Corona quarantine friend," smiled ,blowing him a fake kiss through her mask. "I'll give you a buzz tomorrow and we'll see when you want your next lesson." "Ok," replied Jacob. "But wait! Before you go, did you really think I look sexy?" "Absolutely," smiled Rebecca, picking up her bags and walking to the door. "But I'm just another girl, so I'm biased. You have to ask a cute guy, and I'm sure the one that should be back soon will let you know." He just shook his head and rolled his eyes as she walked out the door. The second it closed, he dashed for the bathroom, wanting to take an even better look at himself as he modeled in the mirror. In the much more brightly lit room, it was even more obvious what an amazing job she'd done on his face and how perfect his hair looked. He'd been hiding his dressing when Tim wasn't home the first week and then experimented as the un-closeted woman of the house next, but suddenly two weeks into this quarantine he was unexpectedly so much more. With a now flawless complexion and a pink glisten to his lips, he truly finally felt beautiful after this more subdued look somehow resulted and revealed a dramatic makeover. Just off his shoulders his hair had been sheared into an ordinary bob, except there would be nothing ordinary about having a popular girl's hairstyle. Longer ends in the front would slowly become shorter as it's slightly inverted style delivered a trendy look before it evened off behind his ears and just off his shoulders. With every movement it swayed, yet never touched his collar bone, as the precision cut had replaced his raggedy wig in need of some maintenance with a modern chic style. From a side part, it spanned across his forehead just off the outside of his eye, ever so delicately framing his gorgeously made up face. With a shine from the hairspray and a gleam from his lips, he was in love with the girl that stared back at him, and then made a B-line into his bedroom. He clicked a few buttons on his phone, syncing it with his wireless speaker and suddenly he was enjoying a feeling of sheer bliss, bopping to some girly pop. He'd been in every dress he owned at least twice over the last two weeks, but never like this as he stripped down and modeled for himself in the mirror. Like a whirlwind on and off came freshly laundered clothes as he twisted his hips in each outfit and made faces, taking selfies in numerous poses. After the third dress had been tossed onto his bed, he was modeling in some of his underwear when he looked up, hearing a noise. "Holyyyy," gulped Tim, staring at him. "Huuh," sighed Jacob, noticing him staring at him, instinctively he covered his crotch and chest. "What the hell?" "I'm sorry," mumbled Tim turning away. "I...I...." "You what?" yelled Jacob, grabbing his dress off the bed. "How long have you been there?" "Just a second, and don't get upset with me," mumbled Tim as Jacob was scrambling, putting it on. "I called you when I got in but you didn't answer. I heard the music and just came in like I always do. I.. I didn't see much." "It's fine, and I'm not really upset," Jacob fumbled with his words, zipping himself up. "I mean I was but I'm not, so I don't even know what I'd be upset about with you. We both are... and have seen you know.... well I guess I just overreacted for a minute and I was just.... help me here Tim, and I'm decent now!" "Startled?" Tim answered, turning around. "Yeah, that's the word," smiled Jacob, looking shyly at him and sweeping his hair out of his eyes. "Startled! Thanks!" "UUuumm so was I? Kind of?" said Tim as they made eye contact. "And we're not. This is not a boy's locker room, and you're obviously not even close to one anymore." "Really?" Jacob asked. "Really," answered Tim. "You look amazing." "Thanks," grinned Jacob. "Well, and if that's even remotely true, it's thanks to you." "Don't thank me," laughed Tim. "I can't really help you, but you do look incredible." "You're so damn humble and a gem, but I can't argue I'm not looking considerably better," said Jacob, looking at his friend with big puppy dog eyes. "And Rebecca's the one that's amazing. Want to talk about incredible? The girl did some amazing work on me and it may not look like it, but trust me, it took an incredible amount of makeup to make this happen as well." "Well I'm sure whatever makeup helps, but I'm digging that wig on you too," said Tim. "I'm thinking that made a big difference too." "What wig?" laughed Jacob, walking past him. "Now come on. I'll get you a beer so you can relax while I start dinner." "No way!" said Tim, a bit stunned, grabbing his arm as he walked by. "That looks...." "Like a bob, and six feet, remember," Jacob smirked as he let go, shoving away from him. "Did you not realize when you sent me a hairdresser to fix my face that she'd want to get her grubby hands on my hair?" "Actually I didn't?" admitted Tim, following him. "It's ok, neither did I or she originally, for that matter?" grinned Jacob, opening the refrigerator and getting out a beer for Tim. "But even if you didn't know, the girl that's about to slave over the hot stove thanks you for it. That wig really was hot to cook in, and I am getting a bit low on deodorant." "Well then it was an even better day than we thought," said Tim, taking the beer. "Your hair looks great, and Rebecca had deodorant on my shopping list." "Seriously?" said Jacob, hurrying over to the kitchen table, seeing all the bags. "Did she think I smelled or something?" "Maybe?" joked Tim as Jacob began rifling through the bags. "But I don't?" said Jacob, getting self-conscious. "Do I?" "Relax, and you never have, and obviously don't, especially these days!" said Tim. "She just gave me a freaking laundry list of things every girl needs, and things she said work well together. That part she said she planned on teaching you all about, and you've had a long day. Come have a beer with me and we'll order in." "Absolutely not! You just spent gawwwddd knows how much on me again today, and I won't have you spend any more," said Jacob, taking out some pots. "I haven't had a beer in two weeks, so maybe a light beer I will have with you after dinner as a celebration, but I am cooking, so go relax." "Ok, but what are we celebrating?" Tim asked as Jacob was filling a big pot with water. "That maybe for the first time since I've been doing this that you don't have to bullshit me that I look half way decent?" laughed Jacob. "Now go watch another Yankee game from the 90s, and once I put the meat in the oven, I'll bring you another beer." The shared a chuckle as Tim sat down on the couch watching tv as Jacob worked on dinner. Once everything was in the oven, he sat at the table going through the series of bags from the big drugstore. Inside was all different types of additional cosmetics, as well as an assortment hair brushes, a package of clips and few different hairsprays. A roll on and a spray deodorant plus two bottles perfume, and then new regiment of facial cleansers would keep his mind busy as he read the instructions before finally hearing the oven beep. It would still be a good while before he could take out the roast, so he returned after stirring a pot, opening the next bag only to find all new hair products and moisturizers. It was all a bit overwhelming as so many questions filled his head, yet finally in Rebecca he'd have someone to finally show him what he should really be using. He'd done well with skin care and slowly transitioning from unisex options to some obvious feminine products, but he'd now being going cold turkey with new shampoos, conditioners, body washes and creams. He took a minute now, studying some of the cosmetics she'd left him, realizing even though he was parked in the kitchen that MILK would no longer be something be poured in his cereal, and MAC would not be mixed with cheese. He looked through the case, trying to associate all the exotic names for pinks or reds that would take days or even weeks to learn. At least from the drug store bag, Maybelline and L'Or?al would be more obvious products, yet Aussie would cease to be a place he associated with Kangaroos. In one day his mish mosh of cosmetics had been replaced with quality, perfectly coordinated products to his skin tone, and a professional makeup kit with corresponding pallets. He sat at the table now paging through one of the gossip rags he found in the bag, reading articles about glitz and glamour until he looked up, noticing Tim breeze past him. "Oh hey," said Jacob, looking up. "Maybe two or three minutes and it'll be done." "No rush," said Tim, sitting down across the table. "I just thought I'd come keep you company. Reading anything good?" "Just a magazine you got me," said Jacob, lifting it up for a second. "Nothing important. Just girl's stuff I guess." "Then isn't it important?" said Tim, looking at the page. "And I think you'd look just as good in that fancy gown as she does with your hair like that." "Yeah I wish," laughed Jacob, pointing to the magazine. "That's Kylie Jenner, and a dress she wore to the Met Gala. I'm flattered, but the only thing we have in common is a haircut, because look at her body and those boobs in that dress." "Well I guess you..." thought Tim, scratching his head. "You need to shut up and just get ready for dinner," laughed Jacob, closing the magazine. "Not that I wouldn't love to have those for a day to know what it's like, but been through enough for one day ok?" "Yes ma'am," laughed Tim. As always they shared a nice dinner and then sat together watching tv. They'd watched dramas, comedies, action movies and even documentaries or just about anything these days killing time. Tim had never been working harder in his life, working long hours even from home and doing calls as well at night. Even weekends would not fully be down time, as he was one of the lucky ones while others had been displaced he was busier than ever and thriving. On Saturday he'd be up and out very early as Jacob got up, even earlier to get ready, dressed and make himself at least decent and assure Tim had a quick breakfast plus a lunch packed. It was important To Jacob that he took the best of care with his amazing roommate that was taking great care of him. Once Tim left for work, Jacob looked at his phone, already having texts from Rebecca. Back and forth they texted as Jacob invited Rebecca up for coffee and then lunch, as he'd be resuming his lessons already without delay. As she arrived and they continued bonding with a shared caffeine addiction, he'd now made a girlfriend and not just any friend who happened to be female, but one who could really teach him some things. Learning from videos and websites had previously been his only source of information, but having her explain why things would or wouldn't work on him made all the difference. Color schemes, skin tone options and how hair worked to complement his face shape were revelations that she slowly made him understand and then try some things on himself. For the first time he was flat ironing his own hair with her correcting even how he'd flipped his wrists and made minute adjustments on how he brushed on mascara. It was hair and makeup 101 without being worried about dealing with ridicule or failure, as she'd so kindly correct his mistakes as she crammed more and more knowledge into his head and then enjoyed testing him. "So I want you to think about me either angling your bob a touch more after a few days and then maybe if you're comfortable, maybe stacking it a little after that," said Rebecca, pointing to a few pictures in a magazine. "There's so many pretty things here you could pull off, and we could keep making some subtle changes." "How about I'm just getting used to you changing my hair to a middle part today," laughed Jacob. "Like you'd want to be one of those boring girls that wear her hair the same way every day," teased Rebecca, taking his fingers and pushing them flat on the table. "Now keep your hands flat and let's start on the next disaster." "Actually I don't want to be." Jacob smiled as she was rubbing off his nail polish. "But I really don't want to go even shorter already? You really think I should?" "Really I would love to do some highlights on you at the very least," grinned Rebecca, looking up at him while she rubbed off his nail polish. "You up for that, and then maybe we'll go from there?" "I've always wanted to know what it was like to get highlights," sighed Jacob. "But..?" "But nothing, and where are we going? Worst case I'll color you hair again," laughed Rebecca, rubbing off more nail polish. "It's not like either of us is going anywhere?" "True," nodded Jacob. "But what that means is I'm just going deeper and deeper into this. That's all." "Not with these horrific nails you're not, which is why, beside your lessons, that was first on my agenda today," teased Rebecca, opening a nail kit and taking out a nail clipper. "Oh but I've been growing them," said Jacob, pulling back his hand. "You're just shaping them right, because I actually have been starting to get used to them being a little longer." "You're about to get used to them being a lot longer like mine," replied Rebecca, taking his hand again and opening her canister of nail supplies. "Now please, I can't look at how bad they look any longer. If we didn't have that much to do yesterday and I had my stuff with me, I would have fixed them then." "Oh." Jacob frowned, until he noticed all the nail extensions in her plastic box. "Ohhhh?" He was half petrified and half excited, even before his nails had been wiped clean and his cuticles trimmed away. It would be quite the process of preparation as he sat mesmerized until before long extensions had been glued in place. Trimming, shaping and buffing were once again eye opening, watching every second of the transformation only to soon be stuck at the table with his long nails fanned out as she began painting them. The slightly pointy almond shape he now donned would be in vogue with the current trend, as he could barely believe this was how he'd need to now function with. "How am I going to cook and clean in these?" Jacob asked, fascinated as she was finishing the second coat and had turned his nails to a gorgeous coral pink. "The same way every other girl does," said Rebecca, painting away. "That is the idea, right?" "Yes," smiled Jacob. "At least I hope so." "You'll be fine," said Rebecca, blowing on his fingers before working on the clear coat. "You learn to use your fingertips." He'd passed another milestone, as beyond hair and makeup, long stylish nails had been added to the mix. When Tim got home that Saturday night, he immediately noticed Jacob had done his hair a different way, complimenting how pretty he looked with it like that and then made a fuss over how nice his nails looked. It felt fantastic to be complimented over the subtle additions that made him feel even more feminine as he slowly adapted to his life with long, gorgeous, coral pink almond nails. Sunday would be no different as she came over early, continually instructing as each day he'd do more and more of his face. They talked more about fashion now as well as they looked at some magazines, talking about what things he liked and why. She had him show her all of his dresses and even underwear as they talked through what would look good on him after taking some measurements. He was starting to understand how certain outfits would help disguise his lack of curves, and what he could wear to deliver more of a curvy look. Just when he thought his lesson was done for the day and they were just gossiping, out came one of her magazines about hair and she opened it to a place where she had some brightly colored page holders. "So, just a few thing we talked about yesterday I thought we could try," said Rebecca, folding some things over. "Already?" said Jacob, looking down at the thick magazine. "Well I figured why the hell not, and we could look at a few pages I picked out?" said Rebecca, taking out her cape and tossing it over to him. "You like any of them and you wouldn't want me to lose my touch, would you?" "No, but..?" thought Jacob as she snapped it behind his neck as he stared down. "These are all models and celebrities. Not people like me?" "Most of whom look like shit without their experts doing their hair and face," said Rebecca, sliding a chair over to the sink. "But you my friend have one at your command! So ready?" "Ready to look like Scarlett Johansen?" Jacob asked before getting up and walking over and sitting down near the sink. "Yeah, but no shot." "Ewww no. Sure, she's gorgeous but not you at all," said Rebecca, spraying his hair and wetting it. "I meant the other side of the page. Did you see what Jessica Alba did with the highlights? and even what Rachel McAdams did with her hair in a similar cut to yours?" "Not exactly, but what they do you think I could pull that off?" asked Jacob as she washed his hair. "Exactly that?" smiled Rebecca, rinsing his hair. "No, but a combination is what I thought would work on you, so you just trust me, right?" "Unfortunately yes?" laughed Jacob. They shared a chuckle but once she finished washing and conditioning his hair she was all business as back to the table they went and she lifted his chin. He was her ever so trapped yet willing hair victim as she combed through his wet hair, and then was certainly more than ready for this, having already prepared the hair color. He would shortly be handing her foil after foil as he sat trying to envision what he'd look like when she'd be finished, but really had no clue. When finally she put down her paint brush and pulled off her gloves, it would just be a matter of time until she'd soon reveal how further she'd transformed him. "Oh hey," said Tim, opening the door, coming in and stopping dead in his tracks. "Sorry, am I interrupting anything?" "Well not exactly," smiled Rebecca. "Unless she minds you seeing her like this?" "Believe me, I'm thinking he's seen me worse," smirked Jacob, rolling up his eyes. "But what are you doing home already?" "Well I know the days get confusing when you're home every day," said Tim. "But it is Sunday, and I figured half a day is enough when I've been doing seven days a week." "Oh gawwdd! Sunday." Jacob panicked, ready to pop out of the chair. "I'm here getting my hair done and I haven't even started Sunday dinner yet." "Don't worry, let's order in for a change, and the new Reynolds wrap thing you've got going on looks amazing on you," joked Tim, placing his soaked umbrella in a stand. "Good thing you never leave the house though, because if you did now it would be a problem, since it's raining hard and you'd probably get hit by lightning looking like that." "Is that your sarcastic way of telling me I need to start getting out food shopping?" snapped Jacob. "I'm not rushing you, Jess," nodded Tim. "I was just kidding around, and I'm sorry if you took it that way." "Jessica honey, it's none of my business, but Tim's been shopping all day for you, so I'm thinking you might want to take that one back," Rebecca chimed in. "Shopping?" Jacob asked. "If it's Sunday and you worked half a day, then how did you go shopping? Plus we just discussed yesterday we have plenty of food, and you wouldn't need to shop until Wednesday at the earliest?" "Well I did work half a day, and it wasn't so much I that was shopping." Tim lifted some bags from the floor to the table. "Curb side pickup is easy, so I was just more of a gopher on my way home." "What's all this?" asked Jacob confused. "What I'd like to call necessities!" laughed Rebecca, reaching into one the bags. "So how cute are these?" "Shorts?" said Jacob, not understanding. "And how cute is this top that goes with it," said Rebecca, taking out a sparkly t-shirt. "Don?t you love it?" "Oh sure," said Jacob, nodding. "That?s very nice." "Good, because I was petrified the way you squirm that I?d drip any dye on this dress you?re in, even with my cape tight and half choking your neck," smiled Rebecca, re-folding them neatly and dropping them back in the bag. "You mean those are mine?" Jacob asked, getting chocked up. "It?s all yours," replied Rebecca, taking more outfits out of the bag. "There aren?t many stores open except the big box stores where you can pick things up curb side like Tim did for you, so I just hope you like my taste." "I love your taste!" gulped Jacob as his eyes started to water. "But I can?t believe..." "That?s it?s not the 1940s, where housewives wore dresses and heels around the house twenty four seven?" joked Rebecca, interrupting and placing a bag right in front of Jacob. "Well, believe it! It?s not, and it?s also not like anyone would ever have to twist my wrist to make me shop! It was fun shopping with your roommate?s money." "I?m going to kill you," said Jacob, angrily looking over at Tim and then down into the bag. "Please Tim. Look at all this stuff! I can?t take all this! Stop buying me things!" "Well gift receipts are in the bags, and I?m not returning girl?s stuff?" laughed Tim, lifting hands up from the table and backing up. "If you don?t like anything you can exchange it yourself." "Stop being an idiot!" moaned Jacob, lifting a skirt and then a top. "I love all of it! Oh myy gawwdd! All of it, but I can?t accept it! I can?t!" "Fine, then go take it back," replied Tim, making a face. "I told you I?m not doing it and not that I mind having dinner with a pretty girl in a nice dress, but I tend to agree it?s all stuff any girl would need." "No, it?s not just stuff any girl would need?" yelled Jacob. "Maybe the makeup and stuff sure, but its like I have a girl?s wardrobe here!" "Don?t get crazy," laughed Rebecca. "You?d never say that if you saw all my closets, but it?s a start. In fact a wonderful start, so maybe a mini-girls wardrobe, and no girl in her right mind could live on Target, Kohl?s and Walmart, but we are a bit limited at the moment, girlfriend." "Like I could be picky?" said Jacob, lifting up a tunic and then some embroidered stretch jeans. "Is this your way of getting me out of the house?" "You mean to exchange stuff, or to food shop?" joked Tim. "Because I really think those jeans are going to look great on you, and there are some shoes in the bag I left on the floor." "Stop being an idiot, and I don?t know?" moaned Jacob, shaking his head and reaching down, pulling up the bag. "Both? Either? Really what?s the difference, but answer me honestly, please!" "I am, and I guess there isn?t any difference. I told you I don?t mind food shopping or the laundry or anything you want," said Tim. "But in flats or boots and jeans? Come on now? You can do it, and even so, you?ll still be hiding behind a mask in public so?" "So I freaking hate you?" said Jacob, wiping a tear and getting up and walking over, hugging Tim. "How about I start with laundry, ok?" "You can start with anything you want," Tim replied while being hugged. "Now six feet, remember?" "Yeah I know, but if you got it then I?m not leaving your side anyway, so regardless I want it," said Jacob, walking back over and sitting down. "You know the virus. I mean." "Really, because I think I have it, and herpes," joked Tim. "You want that too?" "Do not even joke like that!" laughed Jacob, tossing a shirt off at him. "Idiot!" "So as adorable as you two are together, I hate to break up this little quarrel thing but the timer is about to go off, so you go sit at the sink, princess," joked Rebecca. "And if the prince wouldn?t mind carrying all her stuff into her room while I rinse out her hair." "As you wish," joked Tim, bowing and grabbing all the bags. Inside his friend's room he went with all the bags, placing them beside Jacob?s bed. He then strolled back into the kitchen, grabbing his car keys as Jacob glanced over at him with his head in the sink as the foils were coming out. "Where you going now?" asked Jacob, looking over. "I promise I?ll start dinner as soon as she?s done with my hair." "For the rest of the bags, and stop being difficult," replied Tim, heading out. "I couldn?t carry it all, so I still have a few more shopping bags in my trunk, and I just ordered us dinner. You?re allowed Sunday off too, you know." "That I didn?t know, and more stuff?" Jacob said as Tim closed the door, leaving. "The guy is just too damn nice." "And loves spoiling you, so take it while you can," said Rebecca, switching on the water. "You never know how long these things can last." "Yeah," thought Jacob before joking as she was washing his hair out. "I guess another month of this won?t be too much torture, will it?" "Of being pampered and spoiled?" joked Rebecca. "Where do I sign up?" They had cracked each other up as she rinsed out his dyed hairand then conditioned it. When she sat him up, she squeezed out the moisture and then blew out his hair. She was a wizard with a brush and a flat iron, as he was dying to see it when she finished, but she made him sit while she selected an outfit. She talked through some of the things she had selected for him, giving him an education on casual style and what would be most appropriate to wear. It was almost a surreal conversation before she left him, walking into his bedroom and then back with an outfi,t handing it to him. "Casual Sunday, and stand up," said Rebecca, unzipping some jeans. "Take off your panty hose and leave on your underwear for now. If you don?t mind, I?ll unzip you and I?m dying to see how these will look on you." "UUummm sure," smiled Jacob, standing up and turning away from her. "You want me to change right here?" "It?s just us girls, right?" giggled Rebecca, unzipping his dress. "I guess," Jacob answered, beet red, stepping out of his pumps just before his dress hit the floor. "Of course it is," smiled Rebecca, shaking her head. "And if you can handle that corset training as well as you have been, then you can certainly handle me seeing you in your panties." "Like one thing has anything to do with the other," Jacob quipped, stepping into the jeans. "Not now it doesn?t, but it will once you take it off and you wear a crop top with these jeans," joked Rebecca, watching him struggle a little pulling them up. "Now wiggle a little. What?s this, your first time in tight jeans?" "Like this? And with claws?" laughed Jacob, tugging them up and fumbling with the zipper with his nails. "Aaahhh yeah?" "And long overdue! Hands up," Rebecca ordered, stretching a top over his head and sliding it down over his arms. "Is that how it?s supposed to fit?" Jacob asked her as she was pulling on the ends. "Yes, and that is so so freaking adorable on you?" said Rebecca, dropping some boots on the floor from a box. "Now slide these on and we can go even more casual if you want, but let?s save that for during the week. I got you some outfits to bum around in when you're home just hanging out and then casual but cute stuff when you go out, plus things like this where you could still be a little more dressy for dinner. Sound good?" "Like I?m in any position to argue that," smiled Jacob, sliding his feet into some soft boots. "Whatever you think I?m on board with." "Good, then sit back down and be on board with me curling your hair a little," said Rebecca, plugging in a curling iron. "Ok, but you?re killing me!" joked Jacob. "I haven?t even seen how my highlights turned out, and I just want to rush in my room and try on everything." "They turned out beautiful, and you?ve got all night to look through things," smiled Rebecca, taking out a few clips. "Now shush and give me few minutes before Tim gets back." He sat at attention, not saying another word as she began sectioning, sliding in a few clips and spraying his hair with heat protectant. It would be nothing overly crazy as she lifted and separated with her fingers, and rolling sections vertically in short spurts before pulling it out. It would take her no more than five minutes curling before she would be raking through his hair with only her fingers and then lifting some strands, adding some hairspray. She then stopped for a second re-curling here and there before finally she was mostly evaluating her work, doing some sporadic spritzing. "Enjoy your Sunday dinner, and you turned out so cute," said Rebecca, just flipping over a few strands and fussing. "See you tomorrow, ok?" "Thanks again, and I can?t believe I?m even dressed like this?" sighed Jacob, looking down at himself. "Sure you don?t want to stay for dinner?" "Another time," winked Rebecca, heading for the door. "You deserve to kick back for a change." When she finished and said good bye, he?d be off to the races, dying to see his reflection in the bathroom. Staring back now would be this girly girl looking more like a co-ed about to walk into happy hour or to meet her girlfriends at Starbucks, in skinny stretch white jeans with a pinched waist and a turquoise three quarter sleeve tunic. Floppy wide peasant sleeves were odd, flapping with his every move and beige ugg boots on his feet felt like a million dollars as opposed to wearing pumps all day. Caramel highlights added an instant dimension to his now tussled wavy bob from a middle part, and dangling silver tiered earrings wavered past the edge of the cut. Soft neutral shadows and a peach lip gloss embellished his natural Sunday look, as he was startled hearing Tim come in through the front door. "Sorry was just freshening up," said Jacob, hurrying into the kitchen. "I?ll set the table, and I?m sure you must be starving." "I can wait," smiled Tim, looking at him as he was setting the table. "Stop looking at me like that?" grinned Jacob. "It?s weird for me too you know." "I didn?t say you looked weird," said Tim, staring at him while he was taking out all the food containers from the bags. "I?m just appreciating the outfit. That?s all." "Bullshit, but thank you," said Jacob, stopping and giving him a look. "Now please just eat, and I love it. You?ve made me feel better than I could have ever imagined AGAIN ...and I?m still paying you back for everything you got me." "You?re not, and that?s not even up for debate," said Tim, placing some spoons in the containers. "Now let me serve you for a change." "Please, no," said Jacob, snatching the spoons from him. "I?m uncomfortable enough in your clothes and having not cooked." "They?re not my clothes. They?re yours. And what?s to be uncomfortable about?" said Tim as Jacob began placing food on Tim?s plate before he started teasing him. "I?d only be worried if I were you if you drank too much and couldn?t find your way back to your dorm room." "You think I look like some college slut in this?" said Jacob, giving him a nasty look as he handed Tim his plate. "I didn?t say slut," laughed Tim, taking it. "I was just joking, and I think it does make you look a few years younger. That?s not a bad thing, right?" "I really didn?t see it that way?" said Jacob, shaking his head as he lifted his own plate now. "But no, I guess not? I just haven?t gone through all this so I could be looked at like some chick guys would be looking to be pick up in bars." "So you don?t want to be a hot chick?" teased Tim, cutting his "Just eat and why am I even bothering to explain myself?" said Jacob, rolling his eyes and leaning over, scooping some rice onto his plate. "Because isn?t that what all chicks do?" joked Tim. "I meant non-stop talking?" "Whatever?" replied Jacob, even more annoyed now but trying. "All I?m saying is on one hand I guess it?s nice to look younger, but that doesn?t mean I don?t want to feel like I?m taken seriously. You know, as a woman?" "Got it," nodded Tim, softly slapping his ass as Jacob was turning away with his plate down. "Then get me a beer and sit your ass down, woman." "You did not just do that!" Jacob yelled, turning and getting angry. "Oh shit, I was kidding," gulped Tim, not expecting him to be pissed, realizing what he did. "I just kind of." "Forgot I?m not your woman, or some bar shank?" said Jacob, annoyed, staring at him like he wanted to kill him. "I just told you how hard all this is on me and then you think because you bought me things you own me?" "Well no," stuttered Tim. "I...I...?" "I think maybe tonight?s a good night for me to eat alone," said Jacob, taking a beer from the refrigerator, placing it down next to Tim and then taking it to his room.