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Everything's Just Beachy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Ok honey, have a great trip and I'll see you in a few days," said her mother, hugging her daughter. "Text me the second you get there please." "You got it mom," said Carrie. "But you'll already be flying won't you?" "Yes, but I'll feel better seeing it when I get there," said her mother. "And text me all the updates." "You know I will or you'll text me like a hundred times," Carrie joked. "See you in a few days mom, relax please!" "Wait, you sure you packed everything?" asked her mother. "Uniforms in your backpack since you never know with these airlines, and then your outfits for vacation plus the trip in the suitcase right? Should I do a last minute check?" "You checked yesterday in the morning and then last night, didn't you?" Carrie laughed. "Maybe check Hunter's stuff, but I'm sure I'm good and definitely over packed mom." "Yeah I know, but you can never be careful and we always forget something," her mother replied. "Him I don't need to check for, as I did all the lazy kid's packing for him." "Like it would matter," Hunter said as she patted his back. "Whatever I'd put in she'd just change or just add to anyway." "That's because we're going to a beautiful place and I will not be embarrassed seeing you with holes in your shirts or raggedy mismatched outfits like you pick when I let you dress yourself," said his mother, rolling her eyes. "As it is I'm dealing with this sloppy mop you won't cut, and I gave you like two little jobs to do which you still whined about." "But I did them, so can we just drop it mom," said Hunter. "It's my vacation too, and I could really use it." "Yeah a vacation from detention, and maybe mom needs a vacation from you," laughed his sister as she heard a horn beep. "Oh that's dad. Gotta go, and see you down there in three days." "Ok honey, and please don't say that!" said her mother, giving her a look. "Sorry," said Carrie, hugging her brother and grabbing her suitcase handle. "Love you little bro, and please just let mom chill a little too! Please." "Please just leave already," said Hunter, shaking his head. "You're so freaking annoying!" "Ok enough you two! Go be dad's little slugger and don't stress it please if you don't win," said her mother, opening the front door and looking at Carrie's hand as she walked out. "Thank gawwwd this is the last tournament so we can fix those nails, which look a wreck." "Goodbye mom, and thanks for the encouragement. Carrie ran out shaking her head and jumped into her father's car. It had been a difficult separation on both Hunter and Carrie, but ultimately the best thing as their parents fought for years. With both kids being good athletes, most of their lives were shuffling them around to practices and games. Sixteen year old Carrie was a softball and basketball player, while fourteen year old Hunter played baseball, basketball and hockey, so both played sports almost year round. Their athletic abilities were inherited from their father, who was a college athlete where he met his wife on campus who had grown up without an athletic bone in her Finally now as school had ended, there would be no more games for the summer as their mother needed a well-deserved break. Having a good job working full time while doing most of the shuffling of the kids with her husband fading from their daily life a bit, she was exhausted and tired of the daily rigors. Still she loved her children, so she supported their sporting activities even though it was not her cup of tea. They had already booked a nice trip to the Caribbean for just the three of them before Carrie's team qualified for a national tournament, so there would be no way she'd miss it. Reluctantly her mother would leave without her to start their vacation, and then she'd join them once the tournament was over. It would be their first vacation without their father, so their mother wanted it to be amazing yet it would start without her daughter. That in reality would be a blessing in disguise as she would have time with Hunter to herself as she was wondering if his most recent year of mischief and getting into trouble in school was a product of their separation. She hoped instead it was just more of him maturing, but the constant calls from teachers and continual detentions were quite alarming. His father brushed it all off as "boys being boys" type stuff, not caring, yet she'd be the one to have to meet with teachers or be read the riot act. She did everything she could to make this painful time of a pending divorce easier, sending them to counseling, having special family time and always being at their beck and call. They headed off together traveling from Florida on a simple international trip and then finally arriving without issue at the huge resort. Like any kid his age, Hunter was thrilled to be on vacation yet it didn't take long to be in awe, excited being in the lobby looking out at the ocean and at the amazing scenery as they surveyed the place. "Honey, look at all this," said his mother as they looked at the resort map. "A water park, four pools, shops and what a beach. This will hopefully be a vacation we'll remember for the rest of our lives." "Oh yeah! I'm psyched!" said Hunter, excited and snapping pictures with his phone. "I'm going to go take a few selfies for Instagram." "Ok, just don't wander too far while I check us in," ordered his mother, walking up to the front desk. She glanced back, not wanting to lose sight of him while she handed over her credit card to begin the process, knowing how excited he was racing around the big lobby, taking photos. She began chatting with the girl at the desk as she checked in and loved hearing every detail of the place. She was enjoying the little tips and having all of her questions answered, losing track of time as she soaked in the fantastic insight, extremely excited about the five star resort until she turned, hearing a scuffle and seeing security racing through the lobby. "Get the hell away from me," yelled Hunter. "Are you fucking kidding me!" yelped Mrs. Richards, knowing his voice, snatching her room key and all the pamphlets and racing off. "Hey let go, assholes," yelled Hunter, kicking and screaming. "Guys, I'm so sorry. Oh my gawwwdd Hunter. Please, I'm so sorry!" His mother raced over and got between her son and the security. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Chill mom! It's just a selfie," said Hunter, standing in the huge fountains, soaked after taking a foolish selfie. "Ma'am, this can't be tolerated," said a security guard, bent over after taking some shots. "We're going to have to ask you to leave the hotel." "Oh no, please," replied his mother mortified. "Please, we just checked in and I spent a fortune to come here. Please sir, and get the hell out of there at once, Hunter!" "Fine!" said Hunter, getting out. "It was just a cool selfie, and all the guys at school do it." "He's so sorry! I promise it will never happen again." His mother grabbed the guard's arm. "Please! I'll take him to the room and promise he won't cause you an ounce of trouble again. Please, I worked so hard for this trip and it's everything we ever wanted." "Mrs. Richards, I'm Philip Velasquez, the hotel manager," said a tall man walking up and looking at the staff. "I'll handle it from here, gentlemen. Thank you." "Of course, sir," said the guard, meekly holding his crotch. "Mr. Velasquez, let me explain," said his mother, all frazzled. "It's been a tough year, and my children have had to endure a difficult separation. I know that's no excuse, but please sir. We need this vacation and I can't apologize enough but...." "Mrs. Richards, please calm down and lower your voice," said Mr. Velasquez. "I've been through a tough divorce as well recently, so I can relate, but that doesn't mean I can allow or condone this behavior." "I'm sorry," said Mrs. Richards, fighting back tears. "And I know you can't, especially in a place like this." "Here, dry off please young lady, and you're going to need to get in the shower rather quickly," said Mr. Velasquez, handing Hunter a towel. "We're going to pretend this didn't happen, as long as I have your word you'll be nothing but respectful moving forward." "Of course you do," said his mother, squeezing his arm. "Hunter!" "Here put this on as I can't having you walking around like this," said Mr. Velasquez, holding open a robe. "Yes sir!" nodded Hunter. "But he called me....." "But uuummm... thank you," said his mother, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him away. "In fact we can't thank you enough. We're off to our room to get out of these wet clothes and get right in the shower!" "Good day then, Mrs. Richards," said Mr. Velasquez. "I'll have someone pick up the robe and all the clothing in ten minutes. It'll all need special laundering if it can even be salvaged, as the chemicals used to keep those fountains looking pristine and pink were certainly not meant for kids clothing, especially leather sneakers." "But it's not dangerous to Hunter, correct?" asked his mother. "No ma'am, but just please get Hunter right in the shower. It's digestible, consisting mostly of a special dye and a heavy type of chlorine but doesn't take long to bleach clothing or destroy leather. That's why we have a perimeter wall plus another, so people can enjoy it without contact," said Mr. Velasquez. "As a courtesy we'll see if there's anything we can do, but those sneakers I'm afraid are more than likely garbage now." Off to the room she hurried him as they barely had a moment to enjoy the resort's grandeur as they hurried to the elevator. When they got to their room, she ushered him right into the shower, instructing him to scrub well as she waited for the bellman to bring their suitcases and pick up his soaked clothing. He followed her instructions without issue, scrubbing with the hotel body wash, shampoo and conditioner. When finally he walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist, she was sitting there sipping a cocktail and staring out at the view with the room curtains wide open. "So before you get dressed, we're going to need to have a very serious talk, Hunter," said his mother with her back to him, downing her glass. "Mom, I said I was sorry and I know it was stupid," said Hunter, making an annoyed face. "But all the kids in school post silly Instagram pictures, it's the cool thing to do." "And isn't that all that ever matters, is that you're the cool kid right?" lectured his mother, spinning around now. "The cool kid that is lucky one of the dolphin statues you bumped into tittered on the edge of the pedestal and didn't fall, or it would have broken. Plus lucky the pink dye washed off your skin! This could have been a disaster beyond belief, and who would have paid for that if it fell! It's probably worth a fortune." "Ok, I got it mom," replied Hunter, rolling his eyes. "I said it was stupid, but it didn't fall. Did it? And the dye washed off." "Oh, Hunter!" said his mother, getting emotional and shaking her head. "When the hell are you going to grow up? And I hope it was worth it, because your phone is now mine for the week." "Not funny, mom," said Hunter, not believing her. "No, I wasn't kidding. I'm not taking chances with any Instagram bullshit. I'm mentally fried with your antics and this is supposed to be a relaxing time. So forget it even exists right now, because it's now locked downstairs in the safe," said his mother very matter of factly. "I had them put it there." "No freaking way," yelled Hunter. "How am I going to take any pictures of the trip, mom?" "I'll let you use mine with me," said his mother, shaking her iphone in her hand. "You can use it as much as you want, but it'll be supervised that way." "That's bullshit, mom," yelled Hunter, pissed off. "What was that you just said?" his mother asked. "Bullshit, huh?" "Sorry," said Hunter, covering his mouth. "But you know what I meant, mom?" "Maybe, but we're about to cut through the bullshit, Hunter?" said his mother. "How about we start with that I gave you two jobs yesterday. TWO! Two little simple jobs and did you do them?" "I'm sure I did," replied Hunter. "Come on mom." "Don't come on mom me, Hunter! Then how about you tell me what they were?" said his mother, folding her arms. "Come on? Tell me?" "Uuuummm... It was tie the stuff on the suitcases and bring my new tooth brush I think?" Hunter tapped his chin. "I know I did those mom. Now come on, get my phone out please." "Finally a please! And yeah the first was put the colored pompoms on our suitcases so we'd instantly recognize them in the baggage area, and not get them confused," said his mother, counting with her fingers. "Then the second thing was put your extra clothes in your back pack with your new tooth brush just in case the airline lost your bags. Any of that refresh your memory?" "Oh yeah?" said Hunter, nodding his head. "Well, I did pack my new tooth brush in my backpack and I did put the pompoms in the suitcases. Look, they're right there?" "That you did, so go unzip your bag and decide what you want to wear," said his mother, tapping her nails on the table. "Go ahead. It's right on the bed and I'll iron for you whatever you pick, because I'm sure you're as anxious to stop bickering and get out to see the place as I am, or is there something else you need to tell me first?" "No I said I was sorry, and obviously it didn't matter that I packed all my stuff in here," said Hunter, walking over and unzipping the bag. "It got here right, and I'll just put my wet hair in a ponytail so maybe we can look around then go eat something, please." "Ok then," said his mother, plugging in the iron. "What the hell?" yelped Hunter as he flipped open the top of the bag. "I'll ask again?" said his mother with a smile on her face. "Is there something you've been meaning to tell me, Hunter?" "Holy shit! That is not funny, mom!" replied Hunter, stunned at seeing the contents. "This is all Carrie's stuff." "How observant dear," joked his mother. "Finally your expensive education is paying off." "This isn't funny, mom," said Hunter, rummaging through her stuff. "It means I must have put the wrong colored pompoms on each suit case, and now she has all my stuff. You're going to have to buy me clothes." "Yeah well that might have been an option before some idiot jumped in the fountain and almost knocked over a priceless statue," said his mother, tossing her credit card on the bed next to him. "See this, it's almost useless as they froze my card, except for meals and resort activities. I have four thousand dollars credit and they put a three thousand dollar damage control hold on my card for the week." "But I didn't damage anything," moaned Hunter. "I was just in the fountain goofing around, and now I'll need clothes." "You didn't damage anything yet according to the resort, and it's the only option I had," said his mother, shaking her head. "It's just a hold, and gawwwd help you if that turns to a charge, even for a dollar! Now be happy we can still enjoy this vacation, so pick something and let's go see the place. I'm hungry too." "But there's nothing here I can wear." Hunter rummaged through Carrie's stuff. "It's dresses and tank tops and I don't even know what some of this is?" "That's a romper and very cute. You're about the same size, so that should fit if that's what you want to wear," said his mother, holding out her hand. "If you want I can iron that, but you'll definitely need to...." "Stop it mom," yelled Hunter. "I am not wearing girly stuff. Doesn't she have any t-shirts or jeans that I could get away with wearing? I know she wears some stuff like that at home." "You mean like stuff she probably took to her tournament? Move over and let me see," said his mother, coming over and looking through her suitcase. "Wow, I'm stunned she doesn't, and happy actually she didn't pack that stuff. I pressed her hard not to bring those types of outfits, and for once she finally listened. Maybe take note of that, since obviously you never do." "Ok mom you've made your point, but then what am I going to wear?" asked Hunter, frustrated. "You know what you're going to wear!" His mother pulled out a package of panties. "Whatever the hell I tell you to wear! Now put these on and shut up." "You're asking me to wear her underwear?" Hunter was shocked as she slapped them into his hand. "They're white, brand new so she's never worn them, and just about the same as your little briefs, so shut up and put them on," said his mother, pushing away his hand. "Now go blow out the dampness from that raggedy head of yours while I figure out what I can put you in. Now go!" Into the bathroom he wandered, wanting to die as he stood at the mirror blow drying his hair. He dreaded coming out, but knew it would be even worse if he didn't listen as he knotted his hair in its usual low pony and then cringed as he stepped into the simple cotton white panties. There would be no place for him to pull out his member to pee and they certainly seemed so much tighter than what he was used to. With a much higher cut at his hips, there was less material as well, yet he had to admit to himself that they didn't feel that different. It took all the mental strength he could muster beyond being embarrassed as he stepped from the bathroom in panties, ready to be seemingly inspected by his mother, just hopeful she'd found something androgynous he could wear. As he looked up, all that registered in his mind were the sea of colors, noticing his sister's clothes spread out all over the bed before he looked across the room, seeing his mother placing down the iron. "So we are going to make the best of this, Hunter, and I found at least one pair of pants that should work," said his mother, taking them from the ironing board. "Come here and let's see." "Ok, maybe that's not so bad then." Hunter was momentarily relived until he noticed them. "Wait.... White pants?" "What's the big deal?" asked his mother. "You wear white pants all the time for baseball." "Not like those," gulped Hunter, seeing the soft linen. "Well it's either that or a long, wrap dress," said his mother, holding them out. "Everything else she brought is short. Now come on, you've worn white pants before besides for baseball." "Yeah on my communion," whined Hunter, closing his eyes as he stepped into them. "And you looked adorable that day too, so today will be no different," joked his mother, zipping them up in the back. "Mom, this looks ridiculous." Hunter looked down at the wide leg, thin flowing pants. "Please pick something else." "Arms up, and shush! I told you the choices, so would you rather wear the wrap dress?" said his mother, lifting his arms. "No, and don't even say that," grumbled Hunter. "I'm not wearing a freaking dress." "Then I won't, and it would only look ridiculous if you pair it with the wrong top," said his mother, dropping something down his arms. "But that my dear won't happen since I picked this outfit myself, so if you stop whining for one second, I'm sure this will be fine on you." "Mom, no way!" Hunter reacted, seeing bright color across his chest. "Get this off me right now." "Hunter, don't you dare move an inch," said his mother, twisting his shoulders and closing the buttons in the back. "Unless you'd rather a bright pink top or a tank top, you'll need to wear a bra with this is, what you are wearing goes with those pants." "Mom, are you crazy!" said Hunter, looking down at the ruffles. "No boy can wear this." "Well, with that long stringy wet hair, Mr. Velasquez didn't think you were a boy, did he?" replied his mother, stepping back and looking at him. "Did you think I didn't hear that, and I noticed you didn't fight him on that? Now sit on the edge of the bed, please." "Mom, I was in no position to fight him. You know that, and he didn't even get a good look at me," said Hunter, freaking out as his mother was buckling his feet into his sister's sandals. "No way would he think I was a girl if he saw me before I was drenched without my hair in my face." "Well then you have even less to worry about then now the next time he sees you, because you won't be dressed like one, will you?" said his mother, pulling out his pony. "Now hand me that brush from the suitcase and stand up." "Mom, this is not happening," said Hunter as she stroked through his hair. "You are not making me stay like this, and no one will believe I'm a girl if they see me." "Honey, I'm not so sure about that?" giggled his mother. "And you know I'm a firm believer that things happen for a reason, and you sure you switched the pompoms by accident?" "Mom, you know I did?" groaned Hunter. "Do not even joke about that!" "Maybe, but you have been growing out your hair against your father's wishes for quite a while now! Plus isn't it quite the odd coincidence that here we are with the wrong suitcase which seems to coincide with you and your sister being about the same size now?" teased his mother. " Are you sure you didn't really want to be in her clothes?" "Stop it mom! You know that's not true, and you let me grow my hair," said Hunter, getting teary-eyed. "You want me to cut it to prove I don't want to be in girl's clothes, and I will immediately." "It's way too late for puppy dog tears, Hunter, but fixing what you haven't let me lately isn't the worst idea actually," said his mother, walking over to her suitcase, taking out a small case and her flat iron and plugging it in. "Go sit at the desk chair please." "But then if I have to cut my hair, can I please take off Carrie's clothes!" cried Hunter. "Please, I'll sit in a towel until we figure something else out." "Stop it, and just sit before I put you in pigtails for being a big baby," replied his mother, getting annoyed and dampening his hair with a small spray bottle and brushing through it. "Think of the bright side, which is that luckily you have a name that's unisex, or else I'd have to start calling you like Brittany or Tiffany or something even more girly." He was beet red as he wiped his tears, sitting down like she asked. He'd been getting some trims by his mother for the last few years as he grew out his hair to be one of the cool kids, but never had she threatened to cut it short. He could smell the fruity product that she sprayed in liberally and then brushed his hair back off his face, flipping some hair right and left as she created a middle part. When finally it was to her liking, she pushed his head forward, forcing him to look down at his frilly top and then placed all of his hair on his back. It was strange feeling it on his bare shoulders instead of normally on a t-shirt, and then he could feel her shearing across the middle of his shoulder blades on his back. A trim here and there seemed like much less than he expected, and then she came in front, lifting his chin. From behind his ear she brushed a section onto his left shoulder before repeating it on the right, and then as he glanced down, he realized his hair still seemed almost as long as ever. "I thought you were cutting it?" asked Hunter, a bit miffed. "Chin up, and I will go shorter if that's what you really want?" said his mother, lifting his face. "Now stop moving and if you'd like a nice bob instead of what I'm doing, that would look so cute with that top you have on, sweetie." "Please just finish, mom," said Hunter dying to get up as she trimmed. "Please." "Fine," said his mother as she stretched and trimmed on the ends between her fingers. "Trust me, I'm in just as big a rush to get the hell out of the room as you are, my princess. Maybe you should have taken me up on the pigtails, and we'd be out of here already." "Not funny, mom," Hunter replied as she stretched the wire of the flat iron across his chest now. "Is this really necessary to flatten it? Please just make a pony and let me get up." "I can just leave you like this and you figure it out yourself then if that's what you want, because I'm starving now and I'm sure so are you?" said his mother, pulling it out after stroking through the back. "Did you think I spent all this money and we traveled this far to dress you up all pretty and give you a haircut?" "You know what I meant, mom," whined Hunter as she stroked her iron through the back again as his hair sizzled as she straightened it. "I just want to get changed." "Hunter now I know exactly what your teachers are saying about that attention span of yours," said his mother, stroking the front on the left. "You really don't pay attention." "I'm paying attention, mom!" moaned Hunter as she stroked on the right now. "I just want to get changed." "Hunter Richards, listen up and listen good, because we are not talking about any of this again," his mother said, bending in her flat iron on the left. "There is no changing besides changing into anything in Carrie's suitcase, and no money for other clothes. You are changed, and in fact looking quite pretty, especially now that I've done just a little something with your hair! Now deal with it!" "Oh my gawwdd, mom," Hunter said as she stepped back. "Then you really are expecting me to be a girl." Hunter jumped up now and raced over to the big mirror just outside the bathroom. His long straggly hair he either kept behind his ears or tucked in a pony had been sheared just a few inches, but now hung pin straight from a precision middle part. Down his back across his shoulder blades, it sat straight across and then at each shoulder a thick section hung a few inches past his collar bone. Beneath it, two simple elastic spaghetti straps held up the ruffled, open shoulder aqua colored crop top which exposed just an inch or so of his midriff flesh above his pants and his entire shoulders. The shoulder-less three quarter sleeve, straight across design hid any potential little boobs that didn't exist anyway, before it hugged his rib cage, delivering a thin appearance. Beneath it, pure white wide legged flaring pants spanned from his hips to the floor, partially covering his feet in his sister's white flat sandals. He stood there stunned, seeing himself like never before, transformed ever so quickly into 14 year old girl by nothing more than a quick trim and a simple outfit. No way could he deceive any onlooker he tried convincing himself as he stared at himself, dying to rip off everything and wishing he could start the day all over again. "Ahhhh yeah, honey?" said his mother, touching his shoulders as he stared at himself, still stunned, adding some hairspray. "And from what I see it's not going to be a problem, unless you make it one." "I'm going to be sick," said Hunter, feeling the stickiness and then noticing the shine to his chocolate brown locks. "You'll adjust, and come sit so I can finish your face," said his mother, leading him back to the chair and then taking out a makeup case and digging through some cosmetics. "Wait, please." Hunter put his hands in front of his face in protest. "I said I'd trim my hair a little, however you wanted it, if that's what it took to avoid all this and I did! I did it without giving you any trouble mom, but I'm not wearing makeup. No way mom! No way!" "Just a little will make things easier, Hunter," said his mother, rolling her eyes. "I told you this isn't going to be an issue unless you make it one! So don't, and just a little makeup will make you look and feel more natural." "There's nothing natural about any of this, mom!" cried Hunter as she opened an eye shadow pallet and he pushed her hand away. "Please put that away." "Don't be a pain in the ass, now," said his mother, rolling her eyes and taking her tweezer. "Fine, no eye shadow, but then let me shape just a little because your brows look bushy." "Ooouucchh," screamed Hunter as she plucked out a hair. "Are you crazy? I let you do what you wanted with my hair, but this is too much mom." "Ok, we'll try natural as you wish, but then we'll need to hide a few problems and highlight some features," replied his mother, putting down her tweezer and grabbing her brush. "Remember you just said you let me do what I wanted with your hair, so now don't move a muscle, because I'm done with the bullshit." "What does that mean?" moaned Hunter, seeing her pick up her scissors again and grabbing her wrist. "Let go of my wrist this instant, or you're about to have an entire new problem, Hunter," said his mother, ready to kill him. "Sorry, but..." stuttered Hunter. "I...I...I...." "Thank you," said his mother, shaking her wrist as he squeezed it pretty hard. "Now this just means without makeup I'll need to add a few layers to soften your appearance around your face, or are you going to let me make you up?" "Please, mom," cried Hunter. "I don't want to be a girl, and I definitely don't want to wear makeup." "Again wayyyy to late on the first one, but let me see what I can do here on avoiding the second one," said his mother, brushing his hair on the left. "I'm making no promises, but worst case I can still put you in some bangs with the pigtails, maybe pass you off as your younger sister and you can spend the week in day care while I enjoy the place." "Just add the layers, mom," replied Hunter, shrugging his shoulders. "Please, I can't even fight any more." "That's my girl," joked his mother, taking her two fingers to his lids. "Eyes closed, chin up and all I think I need is a minute or two. I did something cute like this on Carrie when she was younger when she was becoming too much of a tomboy for my liking." "Fantastic!" moaned Hunter sarcastically. "That's just what I wanted to hear, mom." With his eyes closed he felt her brush back his hair from his face and then heard a snap atop his head. He could feel the middle of his hair pinned near the crown and then felt her stretch a long section on his left shoulder. It really didn't seem like that much trimming, as he felt her hand under his chin and then she repeated it on the right. She followed next with her flat iron as he could feel the heat near the front of his neck and then he felt the clip come out. There was endless brushing in front of his face now and he felt her grab his hair in front beneath his chin. When she pulled it straight out holding it well away from his face, the trimming was quick and then he felt his hair in his eyes and across his nose. Again she pulled it forward as he heard some snips before finally he could feel the tug of her flat iron down past his left eye and left cheek as it went in once then again before the process repeated on the right. "Oh that's just gorgeous on you," squealed his mother. "Open up, honey! I love that!" "Holy crap, mom," said Hunter, looking over and seeing the long strands on the table. "Is that all my hair?" "Relax, it isn't as much as you think and jeez.. Give me one second ok to set this, but you really are pretty." His mother covered his face with her palm as she began spritzing his hair. "Really!" "Oh gawdddd," gulped Hunter, hating the smell of the hairspray until finally it stopped. "It's that bad?" "Stop, and don't panic. You can still pull most your hair back and slick the rest with some gel. It's not as dramatic as you think," said his mother, sizing him up. "Of course I'd still like to put at least a touch of makeup on you, but honestly you're adorable even without it. But you tell me?" Hunter jumped up and raced over to the mirror, panicked as he watched his mother grasp the longish strands from the table and head into the bathroom with them. He was completely caught off guard as he stared at himself in the mirror, wanting to scream as he heard the toilet flush. She had now taken the long sections that sat on each shoulder and layered them just as she warned, yet it was nothing like he expected it to be. His hair still sat thickly on each shoulder, except now the ends were cut to angle in from his collar bone, growing shorter as they turned in under his chin. Above them at each side, a long layer had been cut into a wing on each side from a middle part, and then turned over before fading into the hairdo at the jawline. She had certainly framed his face with the bent in layers, and softened his appearance with the delicate flip of the curved wings. The simple modern wing cut seemed to conceal most of his brows, the outside of eyes and a chunk of his cheek bone, as he now knew what she meant that even without a stitch of makeup that no one could mistake him for a boy. "I could cry," whispered Hunter, swallowing hard as he stared at himself now. "And if you did that would be ok, honey," said his mother, rubbing his back. "Girls do that. It's natural, and we all get a little emotional at times." "You know that's not what I meant, mom!" said Hunter, turning beet red and stomping his foot. "And I'm glad you're finding all this amusing!" "Oh Hunter... Hunter.. Hunter. I am trying here to make this as palatable as we can, but you never stop, do you?" said his mother, quickly getting pissed. "Boy or girl, you better know your place and have some respect when I speak to you!" "Sorry?" said Hunter, bowing his head. "Ok then! So is this fine now, or would you rather I sit you back down and we take this even further?" said his mother with her hands on her hips. "I'm starving, but if we need to spend fifteen minutes adding some curls first to make you more comfortable, then I will." "It's fine, mom," said Hunter with big puppy dog eyes. "You sure? because I can really trim a lot further to give you cute little brow length bangs, because that's still an option which would look cute with your pigtails, and maybe some big bows," Scolded his mother. "Because at least that's acceptable behavior from a little spoiled brat stomping her foot, so if that's where we're going with this then let me know, because I've raised little prissies before, and I know how to do deal with unruly brats." "No, mom," said Hunter, as a tear rolled down his left cheek. "Please, let's just go walk around. I'm done whining and complaining." "Ok then, and we'll see," said his mother, handing him a purse. "Because if you want me to treat you like a baby, I will. I can flush a hell of a lot more of your hair down that toilet, still keep you adorable and I'm sure Mr. Velasquez will allow me to buy a few diapers for my baby girl!" "Please stop, mom! Please?" said Hunter, wiping his tear. "I'm sorry about everything. All I ask is you don't embarrass me any more than you have to. Please." "Honey, I didn't put you in that outfit or do you hair to embarrass either of us. You know how much I need this vacation to de-stress," said his mother, handing him a tube. "Here, it's just chap stick and you use it all the time, don't you? Put some on, toss it in your pocketbook and let's go. Trust me, you turned out as pretty as any other girl your age, so come on." Hunter knew she was right as he rubbed the chap stick to his lips while his mother tossed some hairspray and a brush in the purse. It did feel just like any other chap stick he'd ever used, yet immediately he noticed the slightest pinkish hue had been added to his lips. It wasn't really much as he was still as natural as he could be as he rubbed his lips together and then tossed it in his purse. "Ok, I'm just a girl on vacation," said Hunter, taking a deep breath, putting the pocketbook strap on his shoulders and wiping his sweaty nervous palms on his pants. "I'm just a girl like every other teenage girl here to relax and chill. Ok, I think I can deal with that until Carrie gets here with my clothes." "Of course you can and you're in white linen, so don't do that again," said his mother, holding out her hand as he took it with his left and held the strap of his white shoulder bag in the right. "My daughter is not a sweaty pig that dirties her outfits, so it's a good thing your hands were clean from just taking a shower, so stay composed please and don't forget what you just told yourself. You're a girly girl now, my princess, so make the best of it." "Oh gawwddd a girly girl! A princess!" gulped Hunter as the door closed behind them as he shook his head, feeling his hairdo waver and go right back in place. "I still can hardly believe this could even be possible, but I guess I am?" "Yes, and finally I got one of those," joked his mother, squeezing his hand. "I told you shit happens for a reason honey, and somehow I feel like maybe it did. Maybe this will help us to really connect. To really get close like I always hoped we would." "Weird, as that sounds I guess I'd like that too, mom," said Hunter, turning and looking at her as they got to the elevator. "Wait? You're saying I'm already more girly than Carrie?" "Don't get crazy with yourself. You've been a girl ten seconds, and I didn't even get to put a stitch of makeup on you yet, but I like how you're thinking, sweetie," giggled his mother. "Your sister does make me crazy sometimes with too much tomboy stuff, so who knows? She's still not here for a few days, right?" "I don't think that's exactly how I was thinking, mom?" Hunter laughed. "Maybe not, and we both know thinking clearly is not your strong suit," said his mother. "Don't we?" "Well not today I guess," nodded Hunter, smirking. "Not many days, my new daughter, and just think now that you look so adorable you can finally play that 'BS ignorance' card that didn't work too good before, pretty girl," giggled his mother. "Yes, mom," said Hunter, rolling his eyes. "I'm your daughter. Your princess. Your girly girl. I got it." "Sorry, but there's not a damn thing you don't need constant reminding about," lectured his mother. "So don't even think about ruining off if I turn my back, because you'll go nowhere that I haven't pre-approved or will be accompanying you too. Remember, I've got the only key to the room and you've got major work to do to earn back my trust." "Like I'd have anything to sneak back there and change into?" grumbled Hunter. "And I know." "Well there are a lot of cute boys here, and maybe I still don't believe you reversed the pompoms by accident." His mother winked at him. "Your sister did seem to have packed quite a few more short dressy dresses than she told me she packed?"