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Everything's Just Beachy By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two Down the hallway and into a crowded elevator they went as no one paid him any extra attention as people were in their bathing suits or with their families. When they go out, he tried not to think about a thing as they toured part of the resort and began looking at menu's on the walls outside of each restaurant. They sat down at a little caf? having a light lunch, as his mother had a salad and he practically inhaled some turkey on a croissant. She tried to correct some of his more primitive table habits that weren't as appropriate when you're a young lady, and happily for her he did his best to listen. With something in their stomachs, they headed outside to get a closer look at the surf, as their view out the restaurant window had been calling out to them during the entire meal. The salty breeze was intoxicating as they headed past the first pool of people lounging and kids playing, turning down a landscaped path toward the ocean. When finally they reached the end of the short path, everything came into view and it was a beach un like anything they had visited in the States. "Look at this beach! Isn't it gorgeous!?" his mother remarked as they took in the view. "It's so clear," replied Hunter, staring at the ocean. "I've never seen water look so crystal clear." "And the white sand?" said his mother, putting her arm around him and giving a squeeze. "It's paradise! Come on. Take off your shoes and let's go for a walk." His mother reached down pulling off her sandals, and then Hunter followed suit. They walked side by side enjoying the warm shell free pristine beach between their toes, enjoying some worry free moments and then his mother reached over, taking his hand. She gave a squeeze before she began softly swinging their interlocked fingers as they walked, both holding their sandals in their outside hands. Down to the surf they dipped in their toes, enjoying the heat of the sun and the warmth of the tropical water. "Oh gawwddd, that feels amazing, but careful, those pants are long and don't get them wet sweetie," said his mother, as they stepped back. "Oh?" said Hunter, looking down. "Ok." "It is truly beautiful here and you know..." said his mother, smiling as she looked at him. "I think the last time you let me hold your hand like this I'm thinking it might have been when I was bringing you in for your first day of kindergarten." "Maybe?" smiled Hunter. "You're still that nervous?" asked his mother, squeezing his finger. "Look around Hunter. Everyone's on vacation, relaxed or having fun, so I don't think you need to be." "Ladies, braid the hair?" said a woman, interrupting. "Come! I give you good price." "Oh thank you, but we just got here and we're kind of on a tight budget," said his mother. "$5 per braid," insisted the woman. "That's a great price, and very nice for you." "Sorry not interested, and there's a lot of hair here," said his mother, grasping some of her hair and holding it out. "Thick, and that's still not in my budget. Take care now, and if you wouldn't mind I'm just here to enjoy some time with my daughter." "Ok $2 half braids. Five rows on one side, and you'll look like sisters," insisted the woman. "Sisters?" thought his mother, touching her chin. "Hhhmmm?" "Mom? You're not seriously...?" Hunter looked up at her, not liking how she was thinking. "Ok, so twenty bucks for both, tight corn rows to just behind the ear and you throw in the beads?" his mother bartered. "Deal," said the woman, breaking their hands being together, taking them both and leading them towards her tent a few yards away. "Follow me." "Mom?" objected Hunter, suddenly being led by the stranger to a big beach tent. "Ok, and if you want a tip, then I'll expect to look like the younger sister," joked his mother. "Who said you weren't already," laughed the woman in her thick Caribbean accent and waving over one of her partners. "Now, we do both at the same time." This was nothing he was expecting, suddenly sitting in a big, open make shift tent on the beach which a full figured Caribbean woman right in his face. Without any hesitation, she took the point of a rattailed comb, sectioning his hair just above his left ear and then snapped in a silver pin, holding the rest out of her way. Like lightening, she pulled some long thin strands forward, combing through this extremely skinny gathering of his locks a few times with the comb side of her simple hair tool and then with hesitation began weaving. It seemed extremely tight and bizarre to have these little hairs twisted like never before, as he could feel the tension moving away from his temple. She was a spinning master as he wasn't sure how long this was taking, but it was relatively rapid, as suddenly she was endlessly twisting in a tiny black rubber band. He glanced over, seeing his mother's hair seemingly being spun the same way as her layered mid-back length hair wasn't really all that much longer than his. She was an attractive woman who'd recently filled her brunette hair with golden highlights, needing a change. It went well with her green eyes and full lips, as she was only in her mid-thirties, having her children young, so in a way she could almost pass for the much older sister. Of course she wasn't though, as she never for a moment stopped mothering him as he knew she loved him unquestionably even though he never made her life easy. In a way it was quite hypnotic to watch them weave each thin row at the side of her head and then his gaze was interrupted by the sound of his braider dipping her fingers into a bag of shiny beads. Just that fast all this was just about over as he felt her lift the end of his first tiny section and slide down a bead against his scalp. When the next tint rubber band spun around his hair, it had seemingly been attached as the rapid speed process would end four beads later, as just that fast they had been bound to his head. "So, sister?" joked the woman. "Yes? Just like I promised, ma'am." "Well you did not disappoint?" said his mother, getting up and touching Hunter's braids, feeling them. "That came out perfect. Can I borrow that brush, please?" "Sure," said the woman, handing it over as his mother took a moment brushing all his hair away from the braids in front. With the highest braid at temple height, his middle part would be switched for a braided side part as she swept what was left of the left side wing and the rest of his hair across his face to the right. It looked quite appropriate for a girl on vacation, having five micro- braided cornrows above his left ear and the rest of his straight hair swept across to the right. Five tiny white beads neatly ended each braid just before the back of his head, and he needed to use his fingers to push his hair that swooped across his forehead from his eyes. It was certainly so unexpected, yet seemed so permanent as he wondered silently how long he'd be stuck with these, wanting to get the hell out of the tent as much as he dreaded being stuck with these attached to his head. "That's so cute on her," said his mother, happy with the result, touching his face and turning, brushing her own hair across now as well. "So beachy and vacation-y! Right?" "Thank you," said the woman, holding out her hand and flexing her fingers. "And I'll give you an even better deal if you want more." "Maybe some other time, and I told you we're on a budget," smiled his mother, paying and tipping them. "But I'm thinking we're good! Have a nice evening, and thanks again." "You too, ma'am," said the woman, trying to get more money out of her. "Let's go sis," winked his mother, grabbing his hand. "Don't you wish?" laughed Hunter, happy to be out of there. "Of course I do," giggled his mother. "Ok, but seriously mom? I know that wasn't a lot of money, but couldn't that have gone towards buying me some clothes," grumbled Hunter. "It's so hot, and these feel so tight." "Honey, that was thirty bucks with the tip for both of us," said his mother. "That, my darling daughter, with the prices in this place, couldn't even buy you a t-shirt, and trust me, you'll forget they're even in there in no time. It's all in your head, and they look great on us, sis." "Maybe, but a t-shirt and shorts is all I need," grumbled Hunter. "Seriously mom. Even in this weird shoulder less type thing with annoying kind of sleeves you've got me in... well I'm sweating my ass off." "It's not weird, it's so pretty on you and fashionable. Just know even though this is a high end beach hotel, there is a dress code for dinner and meals, remember?" said his mother, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. "Sure, for lunch pool side you could get away with a t-shirt and shorts, but not dinner or even breakfast but you knew all this already. We talked about this like a hundred times before we even booked this vacation, and why do you think I packed so much stuff for you, and so did your sister." "I guess." Hunter reached up, feeling the tight braids and beads. "Then how long do I have to keep these in, and you can get them out right? They're really annoying." "Then stop thinking about them so much, and don't be difficult. It was a nice thing we got to do together. That's why I picked it," said his mother. "You know, some of the bonding we talked about?" "I know," said Hunter, rolling his eyes. "But like mother-daughter bonding? That's not exactly what we talked about." "Oh stop! You're just hot and cranky, but I still love you," said his mother, squeezing him in and kissing his cheek. "Let's get you back to the room, and you'll cool down before dinner." "Now we're talking, and that sounds really good," nodded Hunter, taking a breath. "Because I'm about ready to jump in the pool with all these stupid clothes on." "Hunter Richards! Don't you even think about stuff like that, and don't you ever learn!" His mother shook her head and squeezed his hand harder. "Isn't that what got us in this position in the first place?" "Well maybe if you put it that way?" Hunter smiled. He was partially overheated and partially disgruntled as they made their way back to the room. When they got there, he immediately plopped right back on the bed and then his mother just sat next to him, pushing back his sweaty hair. "You are hot," said his mother, unbuckling his sandals. "Let's get you out of these pants." "Please," nodded Hunter, allowing her to unzip his pants and pull them off. Immediately he felt better, cooling down with the room's air conditioning blasting as she switched on the tv. They sat watching the resort's preview channel, getting excited about the activities they might be able to enjoy as she undid his top and then scooped some ice from the ice bucket, wrapping it in a small towel. He sipped a bottle of water while she put the cold, damp wash cloth on his nape, cooling him down and then he felt a hundred times better when she took it off. Into the bathroom she went now as he heard the water running and then she returned twenty minutes later in a silk robe with her head in hot rollers. "Honey, I can't be an unfit mother. You know that, right?" said his mother, coming out and blocking the tv. "Ok, and weird as all this is, that I'd never think mom?" Hunter was confused by her statement. "Thank you, sweetie," said his mother, reaching out her hand. "Then come on, because maybe I was for a few minutes and you need a body shower for dinner. Let's get that sweat off you, please." "Ok," said Hunter as he looked up, realizing she was putting a plastic cap over his hair and then tucking it inside. "It's just to keep your hair from getting wet," said his mother, seeing his angst. "Now come and I'm going to help you. It'll be quick and painless. I promise." "But I don't need help showering, and it's weird enough you seeing me in Carrie's underwear," said Hunter. "Really?" giggled his mother. "You have breakfast every day in your briefs, even with your sister around half the time." "Well that's different," smiled Hunter, knowing she was right. "Ahhhh no. It's not," said his mother, shaking her head. "I've seen it all and wiped it all my darling. But leave them on and it's fine if they get wet. They're sweaty and need to be changed anyway. Now get in." Into the big shower stall he went as surprisingly his mother came in to help. When she switched on the water a lower hand held shower head came on instead of the main one on top, as she preset the sprinkling as she now wet a large plastic green scrubbing sponge. Down each arm she scrubbed and then down his chest and back. He was fully lathered from the waist up before she turned her back and held out her hand. "Ok I'm not looking," said his mother, "scrub like I showed you from the waist down, and then I want you to count to two hundred before you rinse. I'll be right back with clean underwear once you do." He handed her his underwear and then leaned down, doing his legs. As she walked out, he scrubbed away all the sweat everywhere and then rinsed himself off from head to toe when he finished his count. He knew immediately his skin felt a little softer as he dried himself off as she stood like on guard in the doorway with panties in hand. "Ok put these on and then I'll turn around," said his mother with her back to him. "Purple?" moaned Hunter. "Lavender," said his mother. "It's either these or pink. So which is it today?" "Fine," Hunter sighed, stepping into them. "But won't you see these through the white pants?" "I'm impressed you realized that, Hunter!" said his mother, with a smirk, nodding her head. "Step into the tub sweetie. It's only ankle water deep." "Why?" grumbled Hunter. "Because you're right, I'm not an unfit mother, but if I put you in those pants again in this sweltering heat then I feel like I'll be one," said his mother. "Now get in." "But I thought those were the only pair she had?" said Hunter, not understanding as he stepped into the shallow tub water. "They are, and they're fine for an air conditioned dining room, but not all sweaty and smelling like they do now, young lady," replied his mother, taking a breath. "Now we both know tomorrow we'll be out and about, so let's get this over with. You can't wear pants every second and every day. It's like a hundred degrees here, and not practical. Put your right foot up, honey." "Mom! No way!" gulped Hunter, locking his legs as she began squirting shaving cream into her hand. "Hunter, stop being stupid, and this was inevitable," said his mother, tapping the edge of the tub where she wanted him to put his foot. "I will not be an unfit mother allowing you to overheat. Now put it up and at least you can be in shorts without sweating your ass off." "This sucks, mom," said Hunter, putting up his leg as she spread cream all over it. "Weren't the beads bad enough?" "It's like a haircut, silly," said his mother, as she slid the pink razor down his leg. "This shit grows back like weeds. It will on your legs just like it does on your head. Now shush, and trust me you'll feel so much better in shorts that you'll forget it was ever there." "I doubt that, and maybe if I were in boy's shorts, I'd feel better." Hunter was barely able to watch as a huge patch was now bare on his calf. "No, this wouldn't look as good in boy's shorts," joked his mother as she shaved. "So really I don't think you would. Bend your knee a bit, honey." "Please, mom," moaned Hunter as she bent it around his knee area carefully. "You are having way too much fun with all this." "And you could be too if you'd loosen up a little," said his mother, doing his thigh. "Please honey. We're on vacation, remember." "Yeah a vacation I'll never forget!" said Hunter. "Remember?" "Yes I do," said his mother, tapping his foot. "Now give me the other leg, because my plan wasn't to spend it as your slave." "I know," said Hunter as she lathered it up. "And it's not like I want you to be." "Doesn't seem like that though, does it?" said his mother, shaving around the other ankle now. "Oh wait I forgot, at home I do wait on the princess hand and foot even before she's was one? Didn't I?" "Maybe," laughed Hunter. "Maybe? Seriously?" His mother stroked up his calf. "Don't you dare try to say differently while I have a razor in hand shaving up towards your panties." "Forget I said anything," laughed Hunter. "Love you mom." "Damn right you do, and bend your knee," said his mother, cautiously shaving around his knee. "So if we go to one of the nicer restaurants, your sister does have quite a few cute things packed I mentioned, so maybe I'll iron a sun dress." "Mom, no way!" yelled Hunter, jumping back. "You said shorts! No way am I wearing a dress. No way." "I did, and you will be in shorts most of the time, but does it really matter?" said his mother, pulling his leg back in. "Now don't jump back again, or I'll nick you honey and trust me, it sucks." "No mom, you said shorts," moaned Hunter, letting her shave. "Now come on, I'm cooperating. The hair! The braids and now the legs. I'm freaked out enough." "Again! Not my fault, Hunter?" said his mother, pulling back her razor now, finished. "Now stop and with your skinny figure, you've got great legs. It'll be fine." "Mom! No!" said Hunter. "No makeup and no dresses. Please! Everything else I've been dealing with, but that's just too much!" "Why did I not put you in pigtails and a diaper?" teased his mother, squeezing his cheeks and then kissing him. "Muuuhhh! That would have been so much easier." "Yeah I'm starting to think so too," joked Hunter. "Don't tempt me," joked his mother. "It's certainly not too late." "Thankfully I think it is," replied Hunter, pointing to his beads. "Little girls don't get these, do they?" "Think again, but then how would we have had this wonderful bonding time, my princess?" joked his mother, filling her hands again with cream. "Arms up, baby girl." "Not funny!" sighed Hunter. "Seriously? I barely have much there!" "Barely is already too much on a girl, just so you know," said his mother, tapping his elbow. "Up and I noticed it earlier, and thankfully no one else did. Why do you think I put you in the off the shoulder top with the ruffle?" "I thought that was to hide that I didn't have any boobs?" laughed Hunter as she lathered and shaved on the left. "Well that was one reason," smirked his mother, as she shaved on the right now. "But that one is gone now isn't it? Be right back." "Oh no, and that must be the other," gulped Hunter, as she returned with a lavender item in her hand. "Do I have to wear that?" "It is, and unless you want to wear the sun dress that has some padding up there, then yes," said his mother, opening the clasp and sliding it over his arms. "Pretty much everything else doesn't have much shape to it, so yeah of course you do. Turn around." She took a moment adjusting the straps and buckling and re-buckling before finally she slipped it off. She then again left the room before returning with a series of tubes and sprays, putting them on the vanity. "Don't be nervous, and lift, baby," said his mother, lifting his right arm and toweling in his pit area. "This one is mine and heavier than your sisters. Now that I know you're such a sweaty pig, this will help a lot. Keeps your arms out a minute." She now toweled under his left arm and then oddly turned on the blow dryer. Under each arm she blew for about ten seconds before taking a small Antiperspirant spray and dosing each pit. After five or ten seconds, she used the dryer for another dozen and then placed it back down on the vanity. "Just fine tuning, and it's over sweetie," said his mother, twisting his wrist and then he was quite startled by a buzzing sound across his forearm. "Your arm hair isn't bad and is fairly light, but we came this far right, so why skimp now." "Why?" gulped Hunter, seeing his arm suddenly barren of his short hairs. "Because I'm a boy?" "A boy?" teased his mother, buzzing the other arm now. "With such smooth wrists?" "Not funny, mom," moaned Hunter as she put down the electric razor. "Yes a boy under here in case your forgot." "Step out sweetie, and I'm not sure I forgot," said his mother, as she stepped out of the tub and she dried his ankles before rubbing a cream up and down his legs. "But really all I see are some gorgeous legs that would look ammmmaaaazzzzziiinnng... in a nice sundress. So any change on that thought, pretty girl?" "MOM!! No dresses and no makeup!" whined Hunter. "Please, I've let you do everything else." "Oh you're no fun, Hunter, but I'll put you in shorts my darling, and lucky for you that you didn't get that weird chest hair patchiness from you father," said his mother, standing up and sliding his bra back on. "There's not even a stray hair on you." "I guess that's good," thought Hunter. "It is kind of gross, and why didn't he ever wax it then?" "Oh probably because I wanted him to. He can be a bit spiteful at times, but I'd rather not talk about that honey," replied his mother, adjusting the cups. "Would I love to see the look on your father's face though if he saw how beautiful you looked today? Obviously I don't even need to tell you, and come on now let's dress you." "He would freak the fuck out, mom!" yelled Hunter, pulling the shower cap off his head. "You must never tell him about any of this! Promise me!" "First of all, don't you ever use the F-word in a sentence with me ever, Hunter," scolded his mother, storming out of the bathroom. "Like Ever! I am not tolerating that, no matter what." "Sorry," sulked Hunter, following her. "But you knew what I meant, mom." "Like I'd ever embarrass you, especially with that a.. I mean him," said his mother, rummaging through Carrie's suitcase. "Sun dress, skater dress, wrap! Where the hell are the short sets?" "Mom, calm down," said Hunter, going up and hugging her. "I didn't mean to hit a nerve." "Yeah I know, but you did," said his mother, folding the stuff she tossed like a lunatic. "You know what?" said Hunter, feeling horrible. "We're sisters, right? I'll wear whatever you want. I'm sorry. Ohhhh gawdd don't make me say this, but if I have to....?" "No, this is cute and something I had in mind anyway now that I found it," said his mother, pulling out an outfit and going over and plugging in the iron. "It's like shorts, and you'll feel more comfortable in it." "Ok thank gawdddd!" nodded Hunter, feeling a sigh of relief. "Because I really was just being nice." "Don't you think I knew that, but it was appreciated even if you didn't mean it, Hunter," smiled his mother, wiping under one of her eyes, composing herself while she ironed her dress. "Just don't forget who was at every one of your games, drove you everywhere and took you on vacation, Hunter." "Of course I know it was you, mom," said Hunter, feeling horrible. "How could I not, but why?" "Why?" said his mother, walking over to the mirror and opening her compact before patting across her face. "You really want the truth?" "Well yeah?" replied Hunter as she was dabbing under her eyes. "Why wasn't he ever there?" "Why, because your sister was the star. She was the pitcher, and you were just an outfielder," said his mother, stroking her lashes. "I never cared, knew the difference and rooted for you both the same. Your father on the other hand, only cared about the big games and the boasting." "But I was good! Sure she pitched, but I was one of the best kids on the team," said Hunter, getting emotional. "Didn't he know that?" "Honey, I'm sure he did, but that wasn't enough for him," said his mother, taking out a big brush, putting on her blush. "Unfortunately he was a bit too busy with some little hussy waitress with bigger boobs than the two of us put together, who happened to be the mother of a girl on Carrie's team and was cheating on her husband." "That I unfortunately did know, mom," said Hunter, wiping his eyes. "All the kids kind of knew." "Honey I wish you didn't have to deal with it, but it seems half the league knew except me," said his mother, fixing her eye shadow. "But I'm done with that now, and I have you and your sister! That's all I care about honey and your both my stars." "You really are so strong, mom," said Hunter, admiring her. "But besides that, why Carrie and not me? He could have come to watch me sometimes! I was his only son." "Not in that bra you're not," smiled his mother, snapping her eye shadow case closed. "Mom!" yelped Hunter. "Oh stop, it was a joke and helps me deal with all this," smiled his mother, lining her lips. "And don't fret it regardless, because even with your sister getting some headlines I had to beg him to take her to this tournament, so we'd still have some vacation or we would have lost all the money. He lost interest years ago regardless of either of your accomplishments I'm sorry to tell you." "Yeah I kind of knew that, but was hoping it would change," said Hunter, hanging his head. "Well maybe someday it will," said his mother, doing her lips. "But just know with me that will never be an issue. I'm here for you no matter what?" "I know," nodded Hunter, feeling teary eyed again. "You cry one tear young lady and you will be wearing this same lipstick as me, sister," teased his mother, holding it up. "It's passion pink? It would look good on you, and then maybe I could find something to wear so we'd look like twins." "You do have the best sense of humor mom, and isn't having the same beads enough?" laughed Hunter as she took an outfit and walked into the bathroom to change. "And please kill me first! The sister thing is funny, but even more over the top than all of this!" "Maybe? And I almost did kill you earlier, Miss fountain jumper so..." joked his mother, coming out in a salmon tropical print strapless dress. "Now zip me up, please." She looked amazing as he zipped her up and then the instant he did, she walked over to the ironing board, lifting his outfit. She took a moment to undo the two little buttons and then down went the zipper before she walked over, holding it open. It did look like some sort of shorts as he stepped into it, and then oddly as she guided it up his body with the top attached. Through the little straps went his arms and then just that fast she zipped up the back before fastening the buttons. "There you go shorts, and you should feel a lot cooler in that," said his mother, dropping some sandals down. "Put these on and just buckle them. It's easy just like boy's sandals, so handle that yourself." "Ok." Hunter stepped into the sandals without any trouble. When he looked up, he noticed his mother had plugged in some hair tools and then seemed to be waiting for him across the room. "Come sit, and you're almost ready," said his mother, tapping the desk chair. "And don't give me a hard time. I backed off on the dress and the makeup, didn't I?" "Well yeah," said Hunter curiously as he sat, giving her no trouble as she shifted the chair to one side before she took a paddle brush raking through his hair. "But....?" "But?" Spouted his mother as he cringed as she dug through it hard, removing any knots from the windy beach and then used her fingers, sweeping the long strands from his eyes. "Meaning I'm giving you no trouble?" Shrugged Hunter, seeing a series of hot tools plugged in. "But just tell me I'm not leaving here with some big bow in my hair, please." "Well, not today," laughed his mother, kissing his head and then spinning his rolling chair away from her as she began flat ironing through the back. "And I'm not going crazy. Just a little something so you don't look a mess ok?" "Ok," nodded Hunter as she was gliding rather quickly. "Like I have a choice?" "You don't, but first rule my darling, when I'm about to curl your hair with some really hot irons, is not nodding your head please," lectured his mother as she took her hands, adjusting his head. "Sorry, I didn't know," whined Hunter, rolling his eyes. "Curling? Really mom?" "Shut up, and I'm really just shaping," said his mother, as he felt her roll under the back towards his nape. "If I weren't starving though I'd get way more creative, so we'll save turning you into Shirley Temple for another night when we've got more time I promise." "Yeah that I did not ask for mom!" smirked Hunter as she turned his chair, rolling under the long right side now. "You sure?" joked his mother, moving his face. "Now be super still while I'm under your chin, and I think ya' did." "You really are going to do this to me all week until Carrie gets here, aren't you?" said Hunter, cautious not to move as he spoke while the iron was bent at an angle under his chin near his neck. "You mean make funny jokes, or you mean help make you look gorgeous, my princess," said his mother, unrolling it and then taking a brush to the long layers in front, brushing them down his face. "I guess both, if you put it that way," laughed Hunter as she brushed against his nose. "And please hurry up and get that out of my face. It really is annoying." "Sorry sweetie, not my original intention, but you've got some cute side bangs now while you're beads are in," said his mother, brushing them across and patting them with her palm. "It's either we sweep them, or I give you real bangs. Maybe they would be cute." "Please don't get crazy, mom," Hunter replied as she now stretched them out and held her fingers, estimating where she'd snip them. "You've already chopped off enough." "Don't, Hunter," scolded his mother, not liking any resistance as he twisted his head. "Sorry," said Hunter, immediately backing down and moving his head forward with his chin up straight. "It's ok, and relax! Side bangs will work on you, and they're in right now," said his mother, understanding his angst and again taking the brush, sweeping them across his forehead. "Two more minutes and we're done, baby! I can do something that'll look cute with them, and don't panic." When finally she put down the brush, he was at her mercy as she lifted a slightly thinner barreled ? curling iron than she was using before and was almost thankful to watch it slide down in front of his face getting into position. Better the hot tool than her scissor as it clamped down and then she twisted her wrist, rolling them back. It was like his forehead was on fire until she pressed down on the trigger, opening the clamp and then smiled as her new creation bounced off his forehead. In an out it went two more times as she worked her way down, adding some other small sections of his locks rolling them back and fussing with her fingers each time she released it. It was almost mesmerizing seeing this weird curl above his right eye and then thirty seconds later, his hair was bouncing off his cheek bone. "Keep your eyes closed," his mother told him, shaking a can and then using her palm to cover his face as she doused him in fumes. When he opened his eyes, she was looping a bracelet around his right wrist and then crouched down, fastening an anklet. "So I'm done then?" Hunter asked, lifting his arm, seeing the bracelet and then reaching up, touching his hair. "In a second yes, and don't touch the hair," said his mother, pulling down his arm as she clasped a necklace behind his neck under his hair. "I just need to change your earrings and we can go." "Ok," nodded Hunter. "I bet you're glad I let your pierce your ears last year, even when your father was against it, otherwise we'd have had to do it now and you wouldn't be able to wear such adorable stuff your sister packed," teased his mother, changing the right one. "Oh yeah," smiled Hunter as she changed the left. "Aren't I lucky?" "Well I'd say you are." His mother leaned down. "But I'm the lucky one to have such a beautiful daughter to share these memories with. Now come on, get up you're ready and go see how pretty you look while I load my purse." Hunter got up, curious to see what he looked like as he walked across the room and over to the big mirror instantly disgusted. "I think I lost my appetite." Hunter twisted his hips and looked at the rear view and then the front again. "Well that's sometimes how we keep our figures looking so good, darling," joked his mother, coming over and handing him his chap stick and a pocketbook. "But you burn calories like a marathon runner. So grease up your lips and put your hair spray in your purse." "Fine?" Hunter rolled his eyes but put it inside. "And this almost looks like a dress." "But it's not," said his mother, spritzing his neck and then lifting his hand, touching his wrist. "It's a romper which is super popular with teens, so you should easily recognize one, and this is also not makeup. Girls your age wear a little fragrance, so don't get your panties twisted." There was really no come back he could muster, knowing she was right as he leaned forward, rubbing the chap stick against his lips. Once he flipped it into his little purse, he knew it was time and he actually was getting pretty hungry. He was in a lavender floral print swing romper that boasted a pretty pastel pink, snow grey, gold and green floral print against a rich lavender purple backdrop, and a breezy swing cut. Princess seams adorned the triangle bodice of the simple one piece outfit, and high-waisted shorts finished the outfit with flirty lace trim. Two inch shoulder straps were just enough to cover his bra straps, and the hidden back zipper and clasps almost seemed invisible. He'd have to get fully undressed he realized if he had to pee, yet it wasn't like his mother would be letting him go alone anyway. On his feet, matte gold ankle height gladiator sandals felt light and airy, yet it was his jewelry that cemented the beachy feel. A crushed white shell ankle bracelet with a middle starfish pendant at the outside of his ankle bone matched the starfish charm bracelet on his wrist and then a larger starfish sat at the middle of his chest between his little faux mounds. For the first time it was like he had some shape from the padded bra, yet a little A-cup was nothing to be overly alarmed about. The little dangling starfish earring wavering alone from his left ear beneath his cornrows though was quite distracting, yet it's match was on the right which was quite concealed beneath his hairdo. With his hair still mostly straight yet now rolled under on the bottom on his back, it made for such a neat precise style somehow looked so much shorter. From his back past his right shoulder to under his chin on an angle the under-curl sat so perfectly coiffed, but what seemed so simple soon became dramatic across his forehead. From a cornrow beaded left side part, a thick fluffy sausage roll turned completely opposite from the under-curl as it spanned across his forehead angling down past his cheekbone. He couldn't stop watching the dramatic curl waver with his every move, yet never flop as he noticed the pinkish glimmer on his lips from the chap stick. Somehow he was even more so now that girly girl even having avoided any makeup or a dress, as he pulled the strap of the matte gold pocketbook over his shoulder and followed his mother from the room. Down the elevator they went, as people were certainly more dressed up now for dinner and so was he. He quickly realized she wasn't kidding, as there would be no meals in t-shirts or shorts even if he had any, since they wouldn't meet the dress code. He was dying, knowing maybe some wandering eyes would be looking his way as he shyly looked down avoiding eye contact. He barely moved from his mother's side, attached at the hip, until finally they navigated three or four long lobby corridors into a fancy restaurant. Chicken tasted like filet mignon, and even vegetables tasted like candy as he cleaned his plate, hungrier than he thought. With every bite and savoring of his meal, he seemed to be pushing his curled side bangs from his line of sight and then his mother softly slapped down his hand. "Stop touching your hair with those greasy finger tips," said his mother. "You'll ruin it, and you think I keep a curling iron in my pocket?" "It's annoying, mom," groaned Hunter. "I don't know how you girls deal with stuff like this. It keeps going in my eyes." "Us girls use the back of our finger and a little twitch of the head to flip back our flips, if you know what I mean," joked his mother, showing him. "Do it that way and it preserves the style which is always your objective in case you were wondering. Now try that and eat your apple pie." "Ok," said Hunter, flipping his head and then using the back of his hand. "Hmmm? That does work, but you know that'll be flopping again in my eyes, mom." "Well it'll give you something to do unless you want full bangs," replied his mother, rolling her eyes. "Do you ever stop?" Hunter asked annoyed. "What do you think?" his mother asked him. "I think my hair is fine," said Hunter, looking up to the sky and eating his pie. "In fact I love my hair the way it is mother, so I'll deal with it." "And so do I?" smiled his mother. "It may be be a little distracting, but sorry to tell you it's gorgeous on you, and boys seem to like it." "Do not even joke about things like that," said Hunter, feeling a shiver and then pushing it up again like she taught him. "Oh come on?" His mother sipped her wine. "I know you noticed, and it's nothing to be ashamed about. Boys like pretty girls. It's normal." "Again mom! Please stop," said Hunter, looking around. "If you think all these boys in here are staring at my hair! I'm going to be sick." "Honey, you know better than me, don't you?" laughed his mother. "Would you be doing that?" "Well, not really," said Hunter, looking down. "I'm really not that comfortable around girls, so I never make much eye contact. I mostly stare down at the floor." "Hunter, I'm your mother, so I knew that already," She reached over, taking his hand. "And I know that's what a lot of boys do your age, but I didn't know if you could handle that today after how much you shook while I got you ready. Therefore I figured a little extra emphasis on your hair would keep you busy until you adjusted, and seems you have, sweetie." "Adjusted to what mom?" Hunter asked confused. "Adjusted to getting used to being looked at by boys!" "Adjusted to not panicking when they check you out!" lectured his mother. "Yes, because as pretty as you are it's not going to stop, just so you know." "Oh gaawwwwddd," moaned Hunter. "I really don't want to think about that mom." "Which is why I gave you some time to adjust, being annoyed and distracted by your bouncy hair," smiled his mother. "It's kept you quite busy so that you haven't even worried at all about having long smooth legs now that the boys have been stuck on while they stare at the floor and work up the nerve to look you in the eye." "Holy crap," realized Hunter. "Meaning they glance at my face but stare at my body! I guess that is what I do when I see a girl I kind of...." "Exactly," said his mother, understanding his pause. "And boys are going to like you, so I'm just prepping you so you can deal with it." "But then how do I deal with it?" gulped Hunter. "Because I really don't want to deal with it. You know that mom." "I'm not telling you to like them back, Hunter. I'm just trying to prepare you," lectured his mother. "All you do is be polite. Smile! Bat your lashes a little! They engage in conversation, you converse. No big deal. It's not like you can avoid them, as they'll be in every restaurant, every activity and every place you turn. Just deal with it, make it quick and pleasant and move on. You got me?" "Yes mom," nodded Hunter, taking a breath and looking around. "And now I do see those two boys looking at my legs I think. Holy crap you think they've been doing that the whole time?" "Yup, and start getting more observant," replied his mother, tossing down her napkin. "The one with the brown wavy hair walked past you like five times, so plan on sometime this week him working up the nerve to say hi." "Oh jeez," said Hunter, feeling sick. "And the other guy is huge." "Don't stare, unless you're sending a signal to talk, stupid," joked his mother, getting up and slapping him with her napkin to get up. "Him though I wouldn't worry about, because he was mostly staring at the blonde with the big boobs in the corner, and after he took one look at yours when he came by, I'm thinking you're not his type." "Oh thank gawwdddd for that!" said Hunter, getting up and pushing up his curl with his finger. "You can curl my hair any day mom, just keep me flat chested." "That'll stop a few boys, but not all of them, and you're not flat, just appropriate for a young girl your age who is blossoming," said his mother, sliding over one of his straps to cover his bra strap as they stood up. "Now let's go for a stroll and walk off dinner, because you were already getting more curls anyway like it or not, since I've got so many cute hairdo ideas to try on you." "Fantastic! Like that's a shock?" smiled Hunter, speaking sarcastically and shaking his head.