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Cataract Reaction By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Four "Ah, great timing honey," said Betty, who was just about ready for him. "Sit in the high chair and feel better?" "Yes, and sorry if I got a bit emotional on you," said Kyle, sitting down in her slightly higher makeup chair. "Stressful day as you know." "The only one stressed will be your boyfriend worried the other boys will be all over you," teased Betty. "So sit still and pretend like it's your recital day like when you were little. You were always excited to get your face done." She got to work on his face applying his foundation, pressing his face everywhere with her sponge. It wouldn't be so different at first then his facial, as it felt so soft as his makeup glided on easily. Contouring and blending would be followed by a series of the softest brushes, as wearing some makeup actually didn't seem as bad he thought. Big blush brushes on his cheeks and medium brushes on his chin and forehead felt like a tickle instead of the feeling of something being ripped from his skin, or worse piercing through his lobes. At this point looking up or closing his eyes as she worked on his shadow and water lines would be water under the bridge when it came to following commands, as the most bizarre thing left would be having her clamp down to curl his lashes. Pencils, liners and creams would be almost a welcome relief from hot irons or scary blades, as even thick false lashes fluttering for a few moments would be easily accepted. A pink strawberry tasting lip gloss would make him think that's how it would taste to kiss Tiffany as he sat enjoying the flavor, and then Betty stepped back, checking her work. A touch more blush and some quick additions to his eye shadow would be followed by a setting spray, as Nana's reluctant girl had been made up. Betty now walked across the room, taking what looked from a distance like a mop head from her counter. As she got closer though, that would be no mop head as instead she dropped it to his lap, walked behind him and began pulling out the bottom most silver hinge pins. What he held would be a few individual wefts that contained side by side long curls attached to a thin band as he stared at them while she began stretching and brushing behind his head. On his lap now sat a pile blonde curls. "Smallest one first honey, and the blonde bobbi pins when I ask," said Betty, reaching over with a mouth full of pins. "It's a little lighter." Instantly he could see it looking lighter as he handed it back and then after a few seconds heard her blow dryer come on. It felt odd as the air was not directed towards him as he really couldn't see behind him, but then not long after felt her press it in. The hair dryer would now be directed back and forth where she had pressed it in before a little fussing would be followed by her letting the next pinned layer down. As silver hinge pins would be handed forward, a bobbi pin here and there seemed to slide in as before long a few slightly more platinum ringlets would be tossed on his left shoulder and he could feel the rest rolling well down his back. "Next weft, sweetie," Betty asked, reaching out. "The lightest one you have now." Back he handed the next weft as again its delay would be short with the blow dryer on before it would eventually be pressed into place. The promise of more than just a few curls would be no lie, as just peeking back he could see them grow as she picked through them, tossing more and more on his shoulders. He could again feel some bobbi pins going in as she dropped down more of his own unrolled curls as she stretched and paid close attention to hiding the seams. A little back combing and separating of a few curls would be quick before she reached over for the next wider weft, handing him so many more of the hinge pins she had removed. Between the second and third layer now would slide the next extension, which was a few shades more golden, almost mirroring his new color and being quite a bit wider. Her fingers and a pick would be blending and separating like a demon as he just stared down at his lap, holding what was left of the extentions and exchanging light colored pins for silver hinges with each request. He'd become curlier and blonder by the second, as finally she took the last weft from his grasp, inserting the much wider golden weft much higher and pressing it in. After one last douse of hot air across the final seam, everything would be much slower as she blended and fussed making sure every seem was covered and every curl would cascade to her liking. A little stretching and trimming of hair now would send some blonde ends of his extensions to the floor as she shaped his hair like it was Styrofoam. When the last line of curls atop the crown of his head were pulled down and unhinged, she undid the back of each braid, extended the top braid around the back before tying them off together. It would take a bit of picking and directed spritzes as she expertly blended the braid tail to hide it seamlessly into his hairdo. Back to the front finally the green curlers would be unpinned and tossed to the canister, as a shockingly hard brushstroke away from his face would rake through the front of his hair. One more big twist of the huge barrel curling iron back would be followed by her comb and then some patting of her palms to create the perfect little bump. Two criss crossed pins would secure the back of the mini-hill down tight at his crown and before the edges would be pinned beneath the back of the braid. Just the most minor shake of his head now as she pushed under pins which felt like a continual landslide behind his head until finally more pins that he could have imagined had been consumed and hidden on his head. "Honey? Please?" said Betty with her spiral iron in hand, pulling at a few sections. "Almost there." "Sorry, Betty," smirked Kyle, just staring at the much thinner ringlet out of the corner of his eye that would quickly swing down. Five or six re-twisted swinging long curls at each side would drop, scraping his ears as he was getting so anxious now to leave. Finally when she put down her iron and stepped back, turning his chin from side to side he was ready to jump from the chair until she placed a small box on his lap. He looked down as she opened a small box, removing an ornate rhinestone and sapphire barrette which to him meant he was finished, as he was never happier to accept something so sparkly in his life. "Chin down just a little more, honey," said Betty, walking back behind him with it and snapping it down near the joint of his braid before sliding a few more pins under it. One more check as she circled him would result in a few tweaks to some curls with her iron that were just above each ear, and near the barrette would be like water torture but once she put down the iron, he was finally finished. "Ok sweetie chin up again, and eyes closed," smiled Betty, shaking her hair spray. "All we do now as we old folks say is set it and forget it." Her stupid pun would be enough to illicit the smile she was after as she covered his face now and began spraying. From the front to the back she worked and then lifted section after section behind his head, continually setting all these curls. He could hear his sister now in his head, ripping him for his stupidity and even worse enjoying his pain as she ripped the extensions from his head before sliding them on herself. This time he would deserve her most direct ridicule yet that wouldn't make it easier as the hairspray wasn't even dry yet, but he couldn't wait to get all these pins off his head. "Ok then," said Betty, picking with her fingers near each temple. "Now this is a prom hairdo, Allison. Hop down and go see in the mirror." "Huuhh," sighed Kyle, as he hopped from the chair and walked to the mirror, even more stunned than he expected. "Oh it's even better than that," smiled Betty, lifting her big round hand held mirror, showing him the back. "Are you gorgeous or what honey?" "I don't even know what to say?" said Kyle, turning his face, not even believing this was him at all anymore. "Oh my gawdddd!" "You don't need to say anything," smiled Betty. "Just please don't cry again and ruin your makeup." "What she needs to say is thank you for making her a model," said Nana, as he didn't realize she was standing there. "Oh I was going to say thank you Nana," said Kyle, almost embarrassed. "I just needed a minute and I can't thank you enough Aunt Betty. It's uummm. Ridiculous. You know all the work you put in on me. I didn't deserve it and it's amazing. I love it of course." "I know my girl would never not say thank you, and she is right Betty," said Nana, hugging Betty. "It is ridiculous what good work you do and she looks amazing. You made my beauty even more beautiful. You made her a beauty queen." "Ok now I'm the one that's going to cry, so no more please," said Betty, choked up. "I don't get to do things like this often anymore, so I'm glad it turned the way every one hoped. A special look for a special girl." "Thank you," said Kyle politely. "And believe me, I'm not. You're just too kind, Aunt Betty." "That she is, and please let's go because it's getting lady Allie, and before we all cry this time," said Nana, walking over, squeezing Betty hand and hugging her again. "Thank you again and come, my princess." It was finally over as he walked from Betty's house hand in hand with his grandmother, suddenly feeling relieved inside. He would have had quite the challenge just to get all this undone, but he was suddenly up for it and had a pep in his step. Back into her house he walked, expecting to have to try the dress on one last time, and then he could be taken home. "Ok, Nana," said Kyle with a smile on his face. "Where is it? Let's make sure it's good, and then we're all done right?" "Well somebody's finally excited now," said Nana happily. "That's the granddaughter I've been waiting for all day. I know those nerves have been raging like your hormones, so I'll take this perky little Allie while she's here but maybe go empty that bladder and better you change your tampon before we put you back in what will be a tighter, more fitted dress that you won't be able to hike up or jump out of that easily." "Oh go the bathroom? Good idea," nodded Kyle, thinking it would be his chance to call. "I might need a few minutes then actually." She laughed as he scurried to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the fan. He did have to pee so quickly he sat and emptied his bladder before he hesitated to flush the toilet, not wanting her to think he finished so fast as he opened his bag and called Allie. "Ok last update as I'll be getting dressed now," said Kyle, feeling some relief. "This just got so damn crazy but I'm finally done! Finally!" "That was quite the thirty minutes," said Allie with some attitude. "Try fifty five, and I kind of figured you'd be longer than you said. Unless they're rushing you out like cattle in the salon, which obviously she wasn't, it's never as quick as you think." "Oh crap was it? And it's easy to lose track of time with all this?" sighed Kyle. "I'm kind of her only customer here and she's very fussy. I thought I was done like five times, but then it's another brush or another spritz." "I bet, so let me see?" said Allie curiously. "Facetime me. I'm dying to see how pretty you look." "Stop, Allie," moaned Kyle, rolling his eyes. "You're the one wasting time now, and I know you just want to record me to tease me." "Well yeah, but now you're teasing me? Come on, I'm dying to fucking see and I have to dup it," said Allie with a snicker. "You're me you know, and I've never been blonde just yet? Now come on blue eyed, half blonde and all made up. Don't be a little bitch and show me?" "You'll see it on the camera once I get dressed, plus when I get home," Kyle said, getting annoyed. "Now stop. I'm not doing that, and you're wasting time we don't have anymore. You can't make me." "No, I might not see shit with you being difficult and you'll dress in the bedroom or bathroom where you can run out and we'll barely have time when you get here," said Allie, getting pushy. "Now facetime me and I want to see everything. Do it or I'll text Nana that I'm not happy with a few things that I'm too embarrassed to have Betty change and you'll be back in that chair another thirty minutes ." "You wouldn't do that," said Kyle, getting angry. "I'd never get out of here then, and we'd both be screwed." "Maybe not? But you sure about that?" teased Allie, before joking again. "But I could text Nana I'm having trouble with my tampon with my new nails. She's the one that sat in the bathroom teaching me how to use one, so best you could hope for is she turns her back and hopefully misses the merchandise sliding one up where the sun don't shine." "You're such a jerk," laughed Kyle, hearing her giggling and then clicking the app. "Fine!" "Yeah! No shit I am," laughed Allie, before really getting emotional. "Huuh! Are you kidding me? You're so beautiful. I love it! I fucking love it! Oh my gawwwddd!" "You happy now?" sighed Kyle. "I'm going to end it." "Don't you dare! No, we're not done!" said Allie, all excited. "Circle around slow with the phone. I want to see all the hair top, front, back and sideways. Who knew she could do such work on me? She's so much better than her daughter." "Well you can tell her how good she is at your own appointment," replied Kyle, showing her as much as he could. "No wait. One more minute," commanded Allie. "Prop up the phone on the vanity and slowly turn all the way around. I want to see the whole thing from a little farther away." "What a pain in the ass you are," said Kyle, propping it up and spinning ever so slowly. "OK finally happy now!" "If I can keep all those gorgeous extensions and get my hair anywhere close to that, then yeah," giggled Allie. "Holy shit, that's fucking amazing work! And make sure she gives you that lipstick. Looks like an eight hour stain, so that you will really have to work to get off and I don't have that exact color, but I love that too." "She gave Nana a little bag of stuff, so I assume we have it and more," said Kyle, getting frustrated. "Ok so we done finally now?" "Almost, but bat your lashes and blow me a kiss princess, then we're done," teased Allie. "You're so so pretty." "Really?" laughed Kyle, giving her the finger. "Come on," laughed Allie. "Those lips are just so kissable, you little diva. One little kiss and a wink for your favorite sister. Pretty please?" "Muuuhh you jerk," laughed Kyle, playing along, rolling his eyes, batting his lashes, blowing the kiss and then closing the facetime. "Can I go now?" "Yeah, but you better not avoid that living room camera, because even if you do I'm taking some blackmail shots when you get here," Allie teased before getting serious. "But just one last question and be brutally honest with me. You make such an amazing girl, so you sure you didn't do any of this because you wanted to?" "No Allie. You know I didn't," sighed Kyle, quite agitated. "You damn well know this was either you or Nana. I was just up for the prank." "But you're just so girly and delicate, like my personal Barbie now," joked Allie, before going into her little girl squeaky voice. "And the second you bat those big lashes at your boyfriend tonight blondie, with those dreamy eyes there's no doubt he'll be up and really up for whatever his Barbie wants, and even better his princess won't have to worry about her gorgeous lip color kissing off all night!" "How many times do I have to ask?" groaned Kyle. "You done teasing? Get all your jokes in? How about now? You finally done now?" "Well If you don't want to change your answer? I guess so?" Allie giggled. "But I've never hidden that I've always wanted a sister, and a girl can dream you know?" "While you get to dream, I get to soon end my nightmare!" laughed Kyle. "So just be ready for me, because we're going to have to really hustle when I get there now." "No shit, blondie! So it's going to be like off with the dress, I'm ripping out your extensions and I'll text you all the shit you can do while I'm gone, but figure this might be almost an all niter when I get back to undo the princess," said Allie, thinking out loud. "My face is already done, I've got ten minutes left on the timer so hopefully I'll be that blonde by the time you're done getting dressed, and besides the blackmail shit now I can study the video to hopefully ace the hairdo! Even with all of what I said, that's cutting it about as close as we can, but that's the plan." "Got it, and I still think we're fine," said Kyle, confirming the plan. "The key is not letting Nana check me like a million times, being a perfectionist." "Well you already know that can't happen right or she'll freak when she sees the dress won't fit perfect?" lectured Allie. "Don't avoid her, but make sure the car service is close before you put it on. Let her fuss over your hair or your makeup and don't let her fixate on the dress." "I'm going to be as quick as I can, but what's the difference?" questioned Kyle. "It'll be better if she does a quick check, it's perfect and we leave. You think the car sitting outside with the meter running would stop her from fussing?" "You're fucking with me, right prom girl?" said Allie, starting to sweat. "You did hear what I told you about the pins and read all the messages I sent you. I told you two inches at least, and preferably three but gave you precise instructions?" "No, I told you I really didn't understand you before, and I can't get my messages here!" said Kyle, fighting back with her. "Tell me again what that means about the two inches, and I'll do it the second I get back out of the bathroom. So shut up and explain it so I understand so I can go handle it." "The dress has been altered, you idiot," yelled Allie, scolding him. "Altered to fit you, not me." "Oohhhhh?" realized Kyle. "That's what you meant." "You really are fucking blonde now," said Allie, smacking herself in the forehead. "How could you never even think about this?" "I don't know? I was just so focused on not being outted or blowing the whole thing I guess it never registered," said Kyle. "But what's two or three inches? You'll squeeze right into it right?" "Yeah if you break six of my ribs and maybe squeeze the life out of me," laughed Allie. "You had that dress on all morning! Is there any give in it? Remember what it felt like when she pinned it?" "Like, really snug?" gulped Kyle, quickly afraid of what that meant. "Aaaaah yeah girlfriend! That's called fitted?" said Allie, trying not to burst out laughing. "Oh gawdd," swallowed Kyle. "It's tight all around?" "Ohhhh my gawwddd, princess!" laughed Allie before rapidly clapping her hands, squealing and now bursting out laughing. "Oh my gawwd! I just can't with you! Best day ever, and now guess who is no longer worried about being bloated or dieting tonight?" "You are not saying what I think you're saying," said Kyle, leaning back against the wall, looking at himself in the mirror. "Stop it Allie! You can't be." "I'm saying all the shit mom dropped off for me there in those shopping bags, like my purse, underwear, jewelry.. and whatever won't need to come back in a cab," laughed Allie, so excited she was shrieking now. I'm saying you're going to look ffffucking....stunningggggg tonight so that time we were trying to save for the drive back here you won't need to anymore. I'm saying forget about rushing at all, because now you don't need to come back period! I'm saying this iiiiiiisssssss so great! Oh my gawdddddd!" "Stop staying this shit," said Kyle, feeling faint. "Stop it! You're scaring me for real now, and not just a little! Let's just think and figure this out!" "Hello Allison!"!! yelled Allie. "Yeah you, Allie LaRosa, not the girl on this end of the phone. I am not trying to scare you. You're the one good in math! I love you with all my heart, but you messed up and let me spell it out for you. I CAN NOOOOT fit in the dress. Not even close, so there's not much else to think about. Maybe this is payback for our prank I don't know, but what I do know is he's a really cute guy so you may as well make the best of it, so have fun tonight?" "Holy shit, you're saying I really have to do this," said Kyle, losing his mind. "Have you lost it Allie? Oh my gawwdddd!" "Me lost it, popa's pumpkin?" teased Allie before mocking him. "Maybe, but I'm not the one that needs to keep her shit together, and you were doing so well? So use the proper tone tonight when you get excited in that squeaky voice. Like Ohhh Myyy gawwwwddd, you look great in that color Maria, or Oh myyyyyy gaaaawd the dress looks fabulous on you Brittney. You know enunciate like the pretty little thing you'll be leaving for the prom as, just like you've done so well all day." "You're having too much fun with all this, Allie." Kyle was getting angry. "Focus on coming up with something else instead of teasing me about how I enunciate before I throw up that we're even discussing this!" "You're not going to throw up. You always say that when you get upset, but you never do. You'll be fine, and I know you're a little sacred for real, but it's only butterflies and you've handled them all day," said Allie, being compassionate. "Every girl gets pre-date jitters, so if I were there I'd be hugging you right now and we'd probably be crying together?" "Just so you know I'm way past embarrassed to cry after all this shit today, and I've already done that!" said Kyle, trying to stay calm. "Now enough with the butterflies, and I have no pre-date jitters because I'm not going on one, and you didn't even want to go to this, did you!?" "Well you know how fickle I am on these things, and really I did but now I don't have to," laughed Allie. "You do." "Don't think so, and you said yourself you're his prom date because mom wanted you going?" reasoned Kyle. "I thought that's what I heard ,so this isn't even like a date date, right?" "Well you know what I say to mom and what I say to boys is different, right?" Allie replied. "So yeah it's prom date, but also a date date so..?" "A date date?" yelled Kyle. "Like a real date? Like if I was stupid enough to even think about entertaining this lunacy that he'd expect me to... to be his.... well forget it, I can't even say it?" "Be his girlfriend and let's say act like one," giggled Allie. "You are going to be awesome as his babe! Best daaaay eveaaaa for maybe more than just me princess, if you play your cards right?" "Don't say shit like that!" moaned Kyle as she was hysterically laughing. "Allie!" "Oh come on! Don't sweat it as much as you are, since your new boyfriend is going to show up there even more nervous than you are, and that I know for sure since I've been texting back and forth with him all day, flirting but never expecting this," said Allie, trying not to laugh but it was impossible. "How great is this and never again say I don't share?" "This is not about sharing!" replied Kyle, frustrated. "You're right? Tonight he's all yours," laughed Allie. "Oh my gawdd! You have a boyfriend! A boyfriend! You got your hair done and your makeup done for you're really fucking cute new boyfriend!" "My new bbbb..boyfriend?" stuttered Kyle. "No! Please no and wait? Did you say show up here? He's coming here now to Nana's?" "Well yeah, I texted him the second I knew this was reality that I wasn't fitting in that dress, figuring you'd be more comfortable there with Nana than at home with mom up your ass and I texted her too, so she's so excited by the way!" said Allie, still giggling. "It's actually closer to his house anyway, and trust me he'd drive to the moon to pick me up! Oh sorry, pick you up now!" "You have to cancel this Allie," yelled Kyle, totally freaked out. "Tell him you're sick, because no fucking way am I going out with some boy and pretending to be his girlfriend. No fucking way!" "Yeah, no fucking chance," said Allie, getting serious. "This is too fucking good, and he already texted me back how excited he is and thumbs up about the change of plans. Plus I'd never do that to Nana. She's loved this all day and is just as pumped about him coming there." "Oh gawwddd! I bet she is!" Kyle whined. "No, you know she is so you have to do this," lectured Allie. "Imagine what would happen if you told her now this was a prank. That she bought an eight hundred dollar dress and spent all day altering it for nothing. Dropped money on the shoes, hair, earrings, waxing and who knows what else. And all that's without us even being grounded for the rest of our lives when mom gets a hold of us, so is that what you even want done? Especially to her?" "Of course not," sighed Kyle, looking up at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I'd do anything for Nana." "Exactly, and you kinda did," laughed Allie. "So what's a little date to make her happy, and hey? I'm sure it's going to be fun. You look amazing! You're a fucking babe." "Fuuuccckk! A boy is picking me up here," Kyle replied, totally panicked. "I...I'm really going to be a girl tonight then. I'm not just out of all this like I thought I would be like three times already. I'm a girl now. Oh my gawwd. I'm a thirteen year old, seventh grade girl." "Well you've done pretty well as one all day," Reasoned Allie. "Right?" "I guess I have, but that doesn't make me feel any better Allie!" said Kyle, tossing up his hands. "This is the junior prom. I'm not just running around the house with Nana in dresses or sitting in a Betty's private parlor. I'm a girl on a date! With a boy!" "See how much more exciting that sounds?" laughed Allie. "The second part I mean. That's the right attitude, Miss LaRosa." "No, that scares the shit out of me Allie," Kyle yelled. "It's a date with a boy. I am a boy." "Ahhh bullshit! You're not today, so get that shit out of your head. You're a girl" said Allie with some vigor, trying to pump him up. "A fucking diva. A babalicious babe." "No, I'm petrified." Kyle was shaking. "And under my dress still a boy Allie!" "Really? were you a boy when you were acting so adorable as grandpa's pretty little pumpkin? Would a boy leave lipstick stands on popa's head? Parade around the house in heels like a prima donna for his Nana?" Corrected Allie. "Don't think so sis, so get your shit together and your head on straight! You're a hottie, and when your boyfriend sees you soon, his head is going to fucking pop off." "Let's hope that's all that pops," said Kyle, looking at himself and then closing his eyes. "And if my head doesn't pop off first." As Allie giggled at his angst, a solid knock on the door would interrupt their conversation. "Honey, you ever coming out?" asked Nana, knocking "And who are you talking to? that boy? Now come on you have all night to talk, so let's finish getting ready." "Sorry, we ahhhh?" stuttered Kyle. "Just got to talking and you know?" "I don't know anything with you lately, Allie," said Nana. "Now please! You're face and hair are done, so what are you doing? I got your text that your boyfriend is picking you up at my house now. That was such a great idea, and it's time. I'm so excited to meet him and his family! Now say goodbye and hurry up! Let's get you dressed." "Uuumm hanging up in a minute, Nana!" yelled out Kyle. "Just give me another second, please." "Ok, but do you have everything you need? because i had your mother stop and bring you more tampons in case you need them," said his grandmother. "She mentioned you've been cramping lately, which explains a lot and brought a few just in case." "I'm good, Nana. Please, just one more second. Please," yelled out Kyle before whispering back to Allie. "Keep your phone close in case I need you, and don't expect him to still be your boyfriend after a night with me. I hate you, you know?" "No you love me," laughed Allie. "And we both know you're more of a sweetheart than a bitch, so I'm not worried. I'll check in with you later, prom girl, and give him a kiss for me ok? Best dayyyyy evverrr?" He had no comeback as he shook his head, hating her always having the last giggle, hanging up and cracked open the door, seeing his grandmother waiting for him across the room. "Finally, Allison!" She sighed, all excited, coming over putting her arm around him. "Now come on sweetie. I realize you can't wait to see him, but you two have all night to talk! Trust me, his heart's going to miss a beat when he sees you!" "Oh I think mine's going to do more than that," replied Kyle, walking with her. "Well he is quite handsome from the pictures you texted me, but look at you Allie!" said his grandmother, giving a little squeeze at his shoulders. "You look even prettier than your mother was at your age, so believe me you'll be fighting off boys with a stick your whole life." "That I highly doubt," smiled Kyle, having to laugh. "On both those things." "Well I say you do, and that's the pretty smile that let's try to keep on you instead of that nervous puss face," said Nana, as they walked into her bedroom. "Now please before they get here and you're not ready." She closed the bedroom door and then walked over, reaching into one of the shopping bags, removing some baby blue panties and placing them neatly on her bed. Through the bag she dug, finding a package of nude hose, ripping open the plastic wrap, placing them next to the panties. "Ok, arms up and I'll help you because we obviously need to be really careful with the hair," said Nana, walking behind him, cautiously helping him off with the top. "Nana, I think I can," Kyle realized he'd now have to hide his little problem. "I know you can, and you still have nothing I haven't seen or wiped," laughed Nana as he cringed. "Teenagers?" A quick fold of it before placing it down on her dresser would be followed by her returning to unzip his skirt and unsnap his bra in the back before walking towards her door to give him his privacy. "Knuckles and insides of your fingers putting on your stockings with those claws. Roll and inch them up," said his Nana, leaving him standing in his unbuckled bra and loose skirt. "Don't rush, or you'll rip them and I'll go get your dress." He'd have no time to really hesitate as he dropped off his skirt and then his panties. A quick change into the fancy baby blue Victoria Secret brand hipsters would be an instant eye opening as he reached back between his legs, tucking himself and snugging them up. He tossed his bra on the bed and then sat on the edge, every so cautiously rolling up his hose before sliding in his right toe. As much as he wanted them up fast, realizing they'd help keep things in place out of sight and provide some extra assurance, he knew he couldn't rip them or he'd end up wearing a pair of hers, and worse she probably be helping him the next time. That small moment of relief would occur that it was done without assistance once he snugged the waistband and checked each leg, making sure he stretched them to the max. Between his legs went his hand, as ever so gently he checked, making sure he was really flat just in case but that would be meaningless under the puffy skirt. He figured better safe than sorry, no really sure, what a little bump would look like with her cataracts and then he turned, looking at Nana's bedroom mirror for a double check. He could hear her yelling at his grandfather out in the hall, so he knew she'd be marching in any minute but he was ready, like it or not. "Allie," knocked Nana. "We good? You decent?" "Yes, Nana," said Kyle, taking a breath as in she came, carrying it over her forearm. He'd been in and out of it what felt like a million times today, so her hands on him would feel normal as she opened the back. The familiar blue color he loved as boy would no longer be masculine or comforting, as he could barely look as she knelt, holding it open. He looked down at the sea of sparkly material, ready to be dressed for real now and could barely move. This time it was no prank. This time it looked so much scarier. This time he was really allowing himself to step in as a girl. "While I'm still breathing, Allie please," said Nana, tapping his leg as she held open the dress. "Nana's back isn't what it used to be, and neither of us is getting any younger." "Sorry," giggled Kyle, breaking his little moment in space and stepping inside. It would still be that same dress he stood inside, except why did it feel so different as it began to slither up his body? It would take a bit more of a wiggle of Nana's wrists on the left then the right and the left again before it made its way over his boney tushie, touching his abs. Once it did though, her cold fingers inside it on at each side of his stomach would send his senses to new heights, and then he felt goosebumps once it finally crept up to his breast plates. A minor twist near his ribs to get it perfectly straight would be followed by her fingers pinching atop the cups to pull up to the exact spot she wanted it on his chest, as he closed his eyes trying not to look. Just a little zip of a few inches near the bottom of his spine would oddly stop, as for a second he thought maybe it didn't fit as she let go. He popped his eyes open to see as she walked back over to the bed, digging through one of the shopping bags as he stood wondering if this would be an unlikely but welcome out. "Don't move, please," said Nana, walking back and ripping open a little package. Back she came now with a little alcohol wipe, ever so slightly folding back the top of the bodice cautiously and softly touching his chest area with the wipe. Across the room to her little trash can she went, tossing out the little packaging and then without hesitation inside the right cup of the dress she reached, peeling back some plastic before wasting no time she repeating it on the right. Like a surgeon, she pushed in at his flat chest, pressing down the cup as his chin dropped to peek, never expecting something sticky to touch him. "Please don't fidget, Allie," said Nana as she pushed in at the other side now, as never did he expect any double tape to be there bonding his boobs. "Did you want to be uneven?" "Well no," said Kyle. then by his waist she'd spun him to face away from her now. "And ok then?" There would certainly be no out, as that last ever so minor hope evaporated as fast as the alcohol on his chest. A quick unexpected twist would be nothing as his head was already spinning as inside the bodice went her hands on his back before giving the skirt a minor tug downward, and then as they came out and he felt them back on the zipper. "Suck in, and you know the drill, darling," said his Nana as that he did as she began sliding it up again. She'd stop the zipper once and then again before she allowed him to empty his lungs but once she did, he really wasn't sure he could breathe again anyway. Some that would be nerves and some of that would be the permanent hug of his fancy garment, as she may as well as sewn him into the dress it fit so well. "Oh thank goodness, Allison. Now one more second for the eyelet hooks," said Nana, touching his body and then securing the two little hooks above the zipper. "I was nervous taking this down so much that I could have made a mistake with you becoming such a string bean lately. But you know what honey? The extra work was really worth it. What a gorgeous little figure you have in this." He didn't even need her to say a word, as he knew instantly from the way it felt that she'd made some significant alterations and his sister was right that no chance could she have knew crammed into the dress now. It was more fitted than anything he had ever been in as a boy, realizing that even without any straps that even the double tape would be just an extra precaution, but the dress was going nowhere, as it was almost a second skin. He held her shoulder next as she knelt, strapping on his first shoe and then in no time he stood, ready to spend the night in heels. To the shopping bag she went, taking from it a long velvet case and then stretching a glittery bracelet over his right wrist. A second bracelet would follow it as he no longer would be able to move without tinkling and then one more time she'd bend, clipping an ankle bracelet over his left ankle. She'd try a ring on a few fingers on his right hand before it slid over his pinkie, and then a second one would snug over his middle finger. On the left hand went one more on his ring finger, and then out came a larger velvet box that she hinged open. "Reach back and hold your hair up just a touch for Nana, honey," said his Nana, taking a necklace from the box and looping it around his neck, snapping the clasp. "I think you spend less time with any of our daughters for their weddings, so could we move it along," said his grandfather, barging in. "This boy and his parents are here." "Like you'd have any idea what I do?" snapped Nana, shooting him a look as she straightened the necklace on Kyle's chest. "Tell them she'll be right out, and remember you're entertaining for popa's little princess, so try not to be such an old grouch!" "Oh gawwwddd," Shivered Kyle as his grandfather left as quickly as he came in. "Nana, I don't know if I can do this? I think I'm going to throw up." "You're not, and your mother used to pull that same shit on me before a big date. Rub your wrist together, honey," said Nana, spritzing his neck and then turning over his right wrist, adding some perfume. "Then once she got past the jitters, there would never be an issue as she was like the dynamo she is now." "I am not her, Nana," replied Kyle, rubbing them together, sniffing his sisters favorite fragrance upon him now. "Really we're nothing alike?" "Oh you're much more alike than I'm sure you want to admit at this stage of your life, but I also know you're a bit more sensitive and I love that about you, honey," said his Nana, loading a small cosmetic case and then peeking out of the room. "Oh my, does he look so handsome?... You two are going to look perfect together, so believe me the butterflies will fade just like hers did." "Oh I doubt it," Kyle quivered, holding his stomach, watching her stuff a few items in his little clutch. "On both those things." "I'll ask you again tomorrow, because after a boy that cute smiles at you a certain way, we'll see," smiled Nana, zipping his purse, handing it to him and softly rubbing his arm. "Now let's go, because he looks even more nervous than you do, and I've made sure you've got everything you need to touch up. Plus you've got a tampon, your phone and some hairspray, but that's about all you can fit sweetie, so please because making him wait any longer is just cruel, Allie. You look beautiful, and you're ready!" He could stall no more as she opened her bedroom door and stood like a crossing guard waving him out. There would certainly be no argument he could muster, yet his legs still didn't seem to move as he could see Johnny pacing off in the distance across the room. He glanced up at himself in his grandmother's tri-fold bureau mirror one last time and no matter how hard he looked, every angle returned the image of pretty young girl in a fancy dress to his brain. His sister may have been teasing calling him a Barbie, but his grandmother had taken it even further, making sure her little doll would not just be mint from every angle, but certainly a collector's edition. He was in a baby blue, Terani Couture A-line strapless prom dress with an intricate jeweled bodice and a short flaring skirt. The strapless sweetheart bodice featured a magnificent array of glittering beads and brilliant rhinestones that went all the way through the back of the thin, fitted design. A bit of padding and some hidden breast tape pushing his flat chest into minor mounds would at least give him a hint of cleavage, which was about the best Nana could do with his skinny, flat frame. Beneath the waistline of the dress's fit and flare silhouette, layers of finely gathered tulle finished off the gorgeous cocktail dress, hemming a few inches above his knees as he sparkled in every direction he turned, looking ready to dazzle his date or possibly dance the night away. His polished royal blue toes with white tips poked from the matching strappy baby blue three inch thin heels, whose shiny satin blue straps swept and swirled across his feet. They'd be going nowhere just like his dress as they buckled circling above his ankles and a silver ankle bracelet above his left shoe seemed to elongate his gorgeous legs even further. Even his glam loving sister he had rarely seen this made up, except for a wedding or dance recital but he'd be the girl today with the prom glow. His skin now had a soft dewy appearance and a healthy youthful radiance. From each cheekbone a high shine illuminated from atop his salmon blush, and just beneath the intricate artistry that now surrounded his pupils. An element of ivory would now emphasize his new arch before fading into white silver that ran beneath the manicured brow line. It would take closing one eye to really see how an element sky blue would serve as an eye socket accent before fading to a more natural pink color at the inner edges towards his nose. Thin jet black water lines and a slightly thicker upper lash line would circle his ocean blue pupils perfectly, but the thick faux curled lashes and some obvious glittered eye glitter would give his eyes that extra pop. His long wear coral pink lip stain would allow him to not worry about fixing his lips for much of the night, but that wasn't really his concern as he wasn't planning on using his lips for more than talking. The glimmer on his lips in the refection though would be hard to ignore, yet its high shine gloss finish he hoped would maybe help keep Johnny's lips away. Besides being someone's date, one of the most worrisome parts of his night would be hoping he could reverse the chemical mixture that tainted his follicles, as he now had the hair his sister had wanted. Behind his forehead, a small mini-bump puffed up folding away from his face, mostly in his still natural mousey brown color yet now contained some beachy blonde highlights. To each side of it, a thick French braid began just beneath each temple, weaving tightly against his head until it reached his ears, and then began spawning distinct multi-tonal curls in a waterfall style as it steamed towards the back of his head. A second smaller rope braid beneath it at each side would pick up the small hairs not in the main braid at eye level just above each ear, providing a bit of exposure to his glistening new earrings before the mini-braid disappeared into his elaborate hairdo just past his ears. In the back and above each ear, the brunette natural upper layer with elements of soft blonde highlights throughout would soon fade into golden and wheat blonde, as the ombre effect became more distinct running down his back, erupting in curls. Layers of extensions would only accentuate his transformation to not only a girl but to just about blonde as the ringlets became distinctly more golden and even lighter the further they cascaded. With the final platinum last under layer of extensions finishing off the ombre brunette to blonde coif in a v-shape half way down his back, he had style that looked right out of a prom advertisement or magazine. Topping it off, the glittering clip of rhinestones and sapphires that held his braids together and framed his curls would just ensure that even from behind he dazzled, as it would be almost too much to handle that he'd become this breathtaking. If his designer dress or his princess hairdo would not be enough to keep him focused on who he was for the night, his bling would be a constant reminder. Around his neck he wore his sister's thirteenth birthday present from Nana, as the "Allison" nameplate in script diamonds would tell the entire prom his name. The matching script "A" initial ring on his right hand, his mother's cluster ring on the left and finally her sapphire ring on his pinkie would be more jewelry than he'd ever worn in his life. Her thick tennis bracelet and a silver charm bracelet beneath it would finish off his look, framing his long almond shaped royal to baby blue to opal colored nails with glitter dipped edges and rhinestone ring finger accents, yet every perfectly coordinated detail could not stop those nails from shivering. "Allie?" said Nana again. "Everything is perfect, now come on! Or am I talking to myself, and did you think I had nothing better to do than sew all day or make sure you look more beautiful than you ever have?" "UUmmm," smiled Kyle, looking away from the mirror over at her. "Yes, coming Nana." "Thank goodness," said Nana, smiling back at him. "Now march out there my gorgeous girl and go have some fun before that cute boy pisses himself, because then I will kill you if he ruins my rug." Her little joke wouldn't free any tension, but it would at least unlock his knees as he knew it was over anyway as his foot stepped forward and his heel sunk into the carpet. It could never sink as far as his stomach had already sunk, seemingly below his testicles as he marched as she commanded from her bedroom. One click of his shoe as he stepped to the parquet floor in the hallway would be responded to by a distinct sigh from across the room and take his mind from the clouds, as instantly he knew he had to be on. He paused for a moment at the archway to the family room, softly smiling as all eyes were on him and then he knew his grandmother was right, as Johnny looked pale as a ghost. He wondered for a moment was there anything wrong with his deception that had eluded his grandmother's cataracts, yet maybe Johnny picked up on? He bit his lip looking away and then back into Johnny's eyes, knowing the point of return had long past, hoping his Nana was right that his nerves were just as much in shambles. "Oh Allie," said a woman's voice as he looked up, seeing Johnny's mother with her hands half covering his face. "Look at you? You look stunning!" "Hi, Mrs. Fazzio," said Kyle, giving a little wave. "Sorry if I needed an extra minute or two." "Sweetheart," said Johnny's mother as a huge smile filled her face. "You have nothing to be sorry about, does she Johnny?" "No," John squeaked, sticking his finger inside his collar. "Hi." "Thank you," said Kyle, walking over to her, initiating a hug that soon became a squeeze as Victoria Fazzio hugged him tightly, super excited. "And thanks for picking me up here since I needed maybe more than the few minutes. I feel bad about that too." When she let him back out of the hug, she squeezed both of his hands, looking him up and down, making him nervous like she was inspecting him up close, but that inspection would be pure admiration as a tear ran down her cheek. "You have nothing to feel bad about, and this was even closer, so even more convenient but beside that, whatever time you needed sweetie was obviously well worth it. You look amazing, Allie!" said Victoria, letting go, wiping her own cheek before fanning herself and looking into his eyes. "I'm the one that's sorry if I'm being a little dramatic, but I was just expecting my son to be taking out that pretty little girl I've seen grow up over the years, and then this stunning young lady showed up." "You sure about that?" said his mother, hurrying in. "Because you don't know her like I know her!" "Holly, you made it! I was getting worried with all your texts," said Johnny's mother, excited to see her exchanging a quick hug. "And please! What a job you did on her today? I'm sure my son is about to show up with the pretest girl there tonight! Right, Johnny?" "No doubt!" said Johnny, staring at Kyle almost uncomfortably now. "You look like a model, Allie." "Thank you," said Kyle, standing awkwardly with his hands folded, wanting to die. "UUmmm Hi mom." "Oh I get no credit for this, Victoria," said Holly, sizing him up a bit. "Not that I wouldn't have sent you the diva in the expensive dress, but my mother gets all the credit for helping her pull out all the stops." "A little alteration here and there," smiled Nana, flicking her wrist. "That's all I'll take credit for. She's a natural beauty if you ask me." "A natural at having her grandparents wrapped around her fingers, but even I can't argue she is quite the stunner today, aren't you my princess?" joked Holly, walking right up to him. "Well?" mumbled Kyle, ready to piss himself. "Am I?" "Like my beauty queen of a daughter was never a spoiled little princess," joked Nana, flicking her wrist. "Should I be the one with the memory loss at my age, not you Holly? And of course she's stunning and a princess. She takes after her mother. The original." "Ok mom and who?s fault was that? You spoiled me sure, but today I think even you outdid yourself and not what I expected, but her hair came out amazing," joked Holly, walking behind him touching his hair and whispering in his ear. "But we?ll deal with the rest of what?s no longer natural after this evening young lady." "Yes mom," gulped Kyle as he wondered if she knew now. "So the photographer is here," interrupted Nana stepping between Kyle and her daughter not hearing but knowing her too well. "How exciting you hired a professional and please everyone make themselves at home." "Oh gawwdd," gulped Kyle seeing the photographer come in with an assistant and begin setting up. "Ok, you two," winked Nana nudging him over next to Johnny. "Go do this so you two can go have some fun soon." He hadn?t even stepped from his grandmother?s family room and already he needed to cozy up with his sister?s date. There would be a few beads of sweat instantly sliding down Johnny?s temple the second the photographer?s light switched on but it would be from his nerves and not from the heat source. Even with Kyle in heels, eight grader Johnny was about three inches taller as the photographer touched Johnny?s brow line with a towel and moved them close. When the assistant lifted Kyle?s curls before sliding Johnny?s arm on his bare back beneath them, he posed them together as Kyle would no longer just be filmed by hidden cams, but now as a hunky boy?s junior prom date. It would take a little prodding to get them both to smile as they both looked petrified on display for their families. Smile like their lives depended on it they would have to do if they wanted to get this over with, but their hands being joined and then being made to look into each other?s eyes would be chilling. The Barbie he?d become would now be posed over and over, having to allow her date?s hands in his and all over his body appropriately. A kiss on his cheek and interlocked fingers looking at him lovingly seemed to last a month, as he had to hold a puckered position or gaze without wavering while smiling. A few jokes by the photographer would at least lighten the tension a bit, and then a few silly poses being lifted or swooped downwards would be more scary than funny. "So let?s do the corsages, please," said the photographer, changing the lens. "Two minutes to freshen up and I?d like to shoot that." "I know I?m here so maybe it?s not easy, but you can loosen up a little honey," said his mother, walking over, taking a blue rose from a plastic canister and handing it to him. "Oh," said Kyle, taking it. "I?m trying to go with this, and smile as big as I can." "Don?t get me wrong, you do look like a princess," said his mother, handing him the pin. "Honestly even more beautiful than even your Nana described you?d be, but I know we?ve been fighting a little lately so just my presence here is making you tense, so don?t be." "Really?" said Kyle, looking at the pin and feeling a little better. "Ok. I?ll try." "You?ll have to do better than try, because you being nervous is making this handsome boy nervous," said his mother, turning the pin the other way in his hand. "Now don?t be, and hold it this way so don?t stick him. And if you need me to say it? Well I?m good with you being my gorgeous little blonde with her boyfriend enjoying a date. Ok?" "Not really?" mumbled Kyle, nodding and looking at the pin. "But ok." Over came Johnny now as the photographer posed them and he slipped the corsage over Kyle?s left wrist. Such unnatural dyed royal blue roses would be as unnatural as having to a pin a rose on Johnny?s lapel, but Kyle did it as they smiled at each other while being photographed. A few more poses as they did seem more at ease holding hands, and then there would be that little rub across his index finger while they smiled for the camera that Kyle hoped would be in his mind. Johnny was looking at him differently now as he they were posed again gazing at each other, and Kyle could feel his stomach still in shambles. The saving grace would be the photographer coming over, pulling out Johnny now to do a few mother daughter shots. It might have been even crazier to be posed arm and arm with his mother, and then Nana and then even Johnny?s mother before Johnny would get his turn for some family shots. "Ok, let?s do the first kiss shot, and then I can do Johnny?s family shots in case she needs to touch up for the last few pictures," said the photographer, looking at his watch. "We?ve got maybe fifteen minutes until the limo gets here, and the last few shots will be outside after that with them leaving." "First kiss?" gulped Kyle, seeing the huge smile on Johnny?s face. "Like right here? In front of everyone?" "Suddenly my daughter is worried what her mother is seeing?" laughed Holly, tapping Victoria. "It?s fine sweetheart, and I?ll tape it for you so you can have the memory." "MOOOOM!" yelped Kyle, mortified and spinning towards her.