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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Two They'd all be super excited as Mrs. Abe's car began to drive off and even more excited exchanging hugs as Marcy was already inside awaiting them. She'd be as stunned as everyone else about the shocking roles yet that would not deter them from celebrating their good fortune. As the car pulled from the lot Brooke opened the sunroof and stood up waving to Ralph who was now walking off with the trainer. As he waved back, she flashed him her boobs and then gave him the finger giggling as he just shook his head and then she calmed down sliding back into the car. They were too young to legally drink but old enough to be silly popping the cap on the fake champagne filling their glasses. They were three silly girls and one apprehensive boy being teased about becoming one of them as the fifteen minute ride felt like five seconds to the girls but like an eternity to Bryce. As the door flung open at the ritzy spa and the girls herded inside, it would quickly be his last step as a boy as things began even quicker than expected. "Well hello ladies," said an impeccably dressed man with his arms open. "I'm Ronnie, Mrs. Abel's Chief Fashionista and Executive Stylist! Isn't this exciting?" "So exciting!" said Marcy accepting the first hug while being air kissed on each cheek. "It's wonderful to meet you." "And you as well Marcy. Love that bag hon," said Ronnie hugging Brooke. "And hello Brooke." "You know our names already," said Brooke as the hug broke. "Of course, darlings," grinned Ronnie hugging Bryce. "Especially yours our Sandra Dee." "Nice to meet you then sir," said Bryce never having been air kissed like this before looking around. "And wow look at this place!" "Please call me Ronnie dear," said Ronnie moving to Gracie now. "And hello Gracie! You looked a bit stunned my love. You ok?" "Totally ok!" squealed Gracie practically breaking Marcy's arm as they hug broke. "This is just too exciting!" "For me too! I just love doing makeovers and I get to do quite a few on this project," said Ronnie flicking his wrist. "Now I will be helping all of you at times but especially you Bryce and I couldn't be more thrilled about that." "Thank you," nodded Bryce. "Ummmm? Me too then I guess." "They'll be no guessing by anyone once I'm done with you darling," said Ronnie clapping his hands quickly without stopping his palms from touching. "Now outfits off including everything beneath them and robes on everyone. We've got work to do ladies." "See you in a bit babe," said Brooke pecking a kiss as she scurried off. Into individual dressing rooms they went stripping down and getting some private time to update their families. They'd be all smiles as the girls would still be quite giddy as they eventually all came out, in silk white robes before Ronnie began splitting them up and things began calming down. One by one they sat in a row having their facials done individually and once their masks were on, they were tapped to get up to have their nails started. Before Bryce could even process how quickly this was happening, he was sitting next to his girlfriend with his cuticles being sliced away trying to fight off the knot in his stomach. "There you are!" said Brooke happy to finally see him. "I was getting worried!" "You?" said Bryce confused looking down at his nails being buffed. "I'm the one new at all this?" "I meant worried you were gone so long?" questioned Brooke. "So how did it go with your mom?" "Oh that?" answered Bryce. "Super weird conversation which started with her being shocked and asking a million questions I answered as best I could since I'm really not sure about all the answers anyway before it turned to her to becoming really happy for me." "Oh, that's great then," said Brooke excited for him. "I'm glad! My mom's happy for you too." "And my mom's happy for you as well," said Bryce before questioning her. "But your mom's not upset with me is she?" "Because you got the role I wanted? No," answered Brooke shaking her head. "she knows you didn't snake me or anything and the scholarship money of course means her could care less who I play." "My mom either. She knows how hard I've been working these last few years but that still doesn't make this any less weird," admitted Bryce staring down at his fingers. "My dad on the other hand has been calling me names for years just for being in theater so will now be making fun of me forever." "Yeah I thought that might be an issue with the way he is," answered Brooke enjoying a giggle. "Yeah and just imagine if he saw me now in this mask getting my nails done?" said Bryce shaking his head. "Already teasing me calling me daddy's little girl and asking what shade of pink I want my room painted." "I bet," laughed Brooke. "But I figured he'd be over it with you getting the scholarship." "I told him without the scholarship I wouldn't be doing this but that's not going to stop him from being merciless," answered Bryce rolling his eyes. "Gets to make fun of me and out of paying for school. It's a win win thing for him." "With your son about to become someone's girl?" teased Brooke before holding up her phone. "Guess that's a great way to look at things and smile." "Not funny," barked Bryce giving her a look in disgust. "And don't even think of sending that to anyone?" "Like anyone can tell who's behind the mask?" giggled Brooke snapping another. "But still keeping it for me." "So how are we doing girls?" said Ronnie walking over touching Bryce's shoulder. "Starting to feel relaxed." "Yeah," sighed Brooke chilling enjoying it. "It's a nice treat." "It is until we take you back to be waxed later," grinned Ronnie. "And sit still Bryce while we get this off you dear." "Just shaved my legs this morning and had a bikini wax ten days ago so I doubt I need it?" said Brooke watching someone peeling of Bryce's mask. "Didn't mean you honey," smiled Ronnie as they attacked Bryce's face with some cream. "But we'll save that for later as my plan is for my darling to get a bit more comfortable first before we have to split you girls apart and she has to start on a few of her extras." "Just a few?" gulped Bryce feeling his face manipulated. "Waxing's not that bad babe," grinned Brooke. "Really?" said Bryce surprised as Ronnie was checking his Bryce's skin. "Ok not as bad after the first time," laughed Brooke. "And can I ask a favor Ronnie?" "What's that dear?" answered Ronnie turning towards her. "Since I really thought I was going to be Sandy not Frenchy and I know we're supposed to be split up later?" reasoned Brooke with a grin on her face. "Can't I stay for that?" "To hold her hand and give support?" questioned Ronnie giving her a funny look. "Exactly?" grinned Brooke flexing her brows trying not to giggle. "Ohhh I'm going to like working with you evil be-ou-tch," laughed Ronnie tapping her wrist before getting serious. "But no, unfortunately you'll be gone by then, but I might have a little something Mrs. Abel and I were discussing that would be appropriate that I could use your support on before you do." "Too bad?" answered Brooke holding in her giggle. "But I'm game for whatever?" "Good to know girlfriend," said Ronnie walking off. "Enjoy the manicures." "You think it's funny that it's going to hurt and you're dying to see it!" said Bryce barking at her as Ronnie walked off. "Seriously?" "Oh, come on even though you didn't do it on purpose you still stole my part so shouldn't I at least get to watch you suffer a little when they rip the hair from your body?" laughed Brooke. "Or does my big strong boyfriend not want his honey to see him cry?" "Not going to cry but I'm not exactly feeling like your big strong boyfriend at the moment either," complained Bryce looking down at his hands. "Are Sandy's nails supposed to be this long?" "I'm kind of thinking they're not and thinking it's even weirder since they cut mine down," said Brooke looking annoyed looking at hers comparing. "And made mine like daggers?" said Bryce flexing his fingers. "Stiletto nails darling," said Ronnie lifting his chin and brushing near his brows. "They are all the rage and be still please Bryce. We have to pick up the pace a little with you honey!" "Yeah I know they are since twenty minutes ago I had them but now I don't yet my boyfriend is in the process of getting them?" said Brooke giving him a dirty look. "Now what's up with that?" "What we are doing to both of you is part of our plan," said Ronnie applying some powder on part of his brows. "You dear don't need to adjust be being one of the girls, but he does. Now sit back please Bryce for Sierra to start your eyebrows." "Already?" gulped Bryce as back went his chair and headrest. "Yes dear, as we have much to do and those caterpillars have to go," said Ronnie seeing him looking strangely at the threads around Sierra's fingers. "Eyes closed and try to be as still as you can." "Always hated his eyebrows so that I get and I'm happy about," said Brooke with some attitude as Ronnie snipped at the length. "But him getting longer nails and me losing mine! Not so much!" "No you're getting appropriate nails to adjust to your character but he's getting nails to always be reminded he can no longer use his hands as a boy would," explained Ronnie snipping again then brush away the little hairs. "Once that has become muscle memory then we'll be cutting them down to reflect his character and here we go honey so try not to fidget Bryce." "Oucchh," grimaced Bryce feeling the first plucking. "Damn?" thought Brooke scrunching her cheeks nodding. "That kind of makes a lot of sense?" "And so will many things we have to do to alter him that neither of you may like at first but are necessary," said Ronnie as Sierra was quickly threading out his brows. "Like plucking out all my eye brows," grimaced Bryce with his eyes closed. "All no but quite of bit as Sandy's were wonderfully manicured and no girl would be caught dead with these," said Ronnie gently rubbing his shoulder. "Of course they wouldn't," swallowed Bryce trying to be tough. "Because until today I wasn't one!" "And a nice first step accepting you're becoming one," said Ronnie inspecting. "Still need the arch a little thinner please Sierra?" "Now it's not just nails," said Brooke watching on. "But my boyfriend's going to have better eye brows than me now too?" "And lashes next time you see her after we're done with his eye brows and we start adding his lash extensions," joked Ronnie tapping Brooke's arm rubbing it in. "I have such wonderful plans for her and sorry Frenchy's brows were a bit thicker than Sandy's so yours we'll be filling in a little." "Then you're right?" said Brooke annoyed. "I'm so not liking this at first or at all! What girl wants their boyfriend to have prettier eyes than she has?" "And why I warned you that you might not like it Brooke but these changes are necessary and you need to change how you view her just as quickly," lectured Ronnie. "Now let's start with you no longer referring to her as your boyfriend until this show is over and using the proper pronouns around her." "You want me to not think of him as my boyfriend?" snapped Brooke getting really annoyed now. "And call Bryce HER?" "Absolutely," smiled Ronnie tapping her forearm softly. "And it's not like when we are done she won't be because what I can't have is her confused while I need to break a lifetime of instincts in a week or so." "And you seriously think you can really do that?" questioned Brooke looking at him side eyed. "Make a straight boy so feminine that the girls forget she isn't one?" smiled Ronnie tapping her arm. "Done it many times?" "Really?" gulped Bryce cringing as they threaded. "Guess you haven't seen Canada's Drag Race season 2?" joked Ronnie putting his hands under his chin smiling. "Because you're looking at the runner up Miss Veronica and one of their current makeover consultants." "Ok so you as a queen? That I can see?" laughed Brooke. "But Bryce?" "Won't be a drag queen and not sure I'd even be confident she could pull that off?" explained Ronnie. "But as the perfect little high school debutant? Wouldn't be here if we didn't think we couldn't make him into her and into that girl!" "So you specialize in making boys into girls?" questioned Brooke surprised. "If they are willing to let me work my magic and then put in the work?" grinned Ronnie nodding. "One thing he is and has always been is a tireless worker?" said Brooke defending him. "But a feminine boy? Still not picturing it?" "Don't because we don't want that either and not what I was trying to explain!" said Ronnie brushing through Bryce's hair. "Now I know this is stressful on you Brooke, but you maybe would feel better if I let you do his bangs?" "Really?" smirked Brooke perking up. "So like trim the hair he's been growing out for months expecting to be a Greaser?" "It's clearly down past his nose and will be cut before we dye it later anyway," said Ronnie flipping back sections. "I guess?" said Brooke a bit apprehensive. "So that's what you meant when you said you and Mrs. Abel had something in mind earlier?" "No but you've been a bit worked up and she'll be getting them soon anyway so here take these," said Ronnie lifting some sheers from the table and holding them out for her to take. "So that's what you think will make me feel better?" objected Brooke annoyed. "Giving my boyfriend bangs?" "That's the spirt honey and again let's try not to think of her like your ex," said Ronnie sliding a long silver pin across Bryce's hair that was covering his eyes now. "Go right beneath her pretty new brows beneath my hinge pin and then our hairdresser will be making them perfect later anyway." "Ah what the hell? Close your eyes princess?" laughed Brooke looping her fingers in the scissors. "This is kind of a stress relief." "Not for me it isn't?" gulped Bryce hearing the sheering feeling some hair tumble down the bridge of his nose. "Yet part of breaking the boyfriend-girlfriend bond we'll need to," said Ronnie lifting his chin and then brushing his bangs. "Not bad Brooke. You feel any better now." "Seeing the face I used to kiss with crooked bangs and getting a glimpse of those new eyebrows?" said Brooke staring uncomfortably. "Not sure I do?" "Still progress honey," said Ronnie sweeping some little hairs off Bryce's cheekbone. "We need the prim and proper pretty girl with the cute bangs that eventually turns sexy! That's Sandy and will still be an adjustment for you." "Yeah I know and why I thought I was perfect? I can play the innocent princess and then turn sexy on a dime!" explained Broke before turning disappointed. "That is me! Except obviously the staff didn't think so?" "Not for this role we didn't!" shrugged Ronnie. "But neither of you would be sitting here now if I couldn't make sure your ex-boyfriend leaves as her and now you can at least say you've contributed to helping her make the transition." "So are you saying that if you didn't think he'd make a decent girl then I'd be Sandy?" said Brooke turning extremely angry. "Like what's happening here with all this is your fault?" "All mine? No but that hot little temper you've displayed has played a role in our decision to select a wholesome sweet girl you've shown...?" said Ronnie wiggling his hips pointing a finger with some attitude getting more serious. "Quite often you are not?" "Bullshit I'm not!" said Brooke looking angry pointing the scissor at him. "I'm plenty wholesome and sweet! Wouldn't you be pissed if you were in my shoes?" "That I'd be losing all these gorgeous locks I assume you've had for most of your life?" said Ronnie holding out his hand. "Probably and before you stab someone give me the scissors please." "Sorry," said Brooke handing them over. "I just get a bit animated." "Which is what makes you a good actor," smiled Ronnie sliding his fingers inside them making a snipping motion. "So time we take the next step to make you one Frenchy." "Oh gawwwddd," gulped Brooke as he walked behind her sliding her through his fingers. "You're cutting my hair right now? Because I'm a hot head?" "Was happening either way and me? No!" said Ronnie walking back around handing them towards Bryce. "But careful not to smudge a nail and I'll show you where to Bryce." "Me? I'm not doing that?" swallowed Bryce wanting no part of it. "You are," insisted Ronnie. "Now take them!" "Why me?" stressed Bryce. "I love her long hair!" "Because like her hair that sweetheart bond problem still needs breaking so I'll have you cut the cord," said Ronnie pulling back her hair in a pony and wrapping a piece of ribbon around the length down below her nape between her shoulder blades. "Or really cut just below it please." "I can't," argued Bryce still wanting no part of this. "I know it's getting trimmed but I'd rather not!" "Such a girl already?" said Ronnie rolling his eyes and taking the scissor pushing Bryce fingers through the holes. "Now do it! She had no issue snipping yours so time you both accept things and move on." "She did it because you pressured her to," said Bryce waving them in the air. "Take these back please!" "Didn't pressure her to call you a princess or for either of you to sign up for these roles," explained Ronnie pushing away his hand and not accepting the sheers. "Now she's already agreed to cut it and all you're doing is snipping off the length! Her hairdresser will be shaping it and cutting it further anyway. Eyes closed and I'll guide you if I need to." "I'm sorry about the princess comment. I didn't mean it like that and this is messing with my mind but... Fuck it," said Brooke assuring him and closing her eyes. "He's right. Just do it." "Still not sure I can?" Hesitated Bryce string at the scissors in his hands. "Can't she wear wigs?" "Will be for some parts but this is what the best actors do," said Ronnie folding his arms rolling his eyes. "They thrust themselves deep into character and that's what she will be doing when she wakes up every day with pink hair. "I'm pretty sure she can do that wearing wigs," said Bryce giving Ronnie a side-eyed look. "And I'm already positive the second those pretty brunette locks slide off her shoulders and she wiggles that tight ass down the corridor in school, she'll be right back to the hot tempered diva having lost the focus we don't want in the role," said Ronnie losing patience. "Now cut it and out of the goodness of my heart I'll let you two sit beside each other a little longer holding on to this juvenile school crush issue we're struggling to suspend while we bleach away the dark hair from both of your heads. Now last time I'm asking or we can just divide the two of you now because I'm done with the drama!" "There's no drama. Just do it Bryce," cringed Brooke closing her eyes. "Do it now and get it over with!" "Ok," gulped Bryce wanting no part yet positioning the sheers under the ribbon. As he pinched his fingers down squeezing the sheers he could hardly look focused on his long sharp nails coming together as the sound would be nauseating. Three times he'd open and close the scissors as he slid them across her upper back until more than a foot of her thick long hair would droop detached in his other hand. "There," said Ronnie patting his back. "Feel better now." "Should I?" said Bryce staring at his long nails around the long clump of hair. "Because I don't think I do!" "Breakups with things you're attached to always take their toll and can be quite emotional but before long every girl feels better to start anew," said Ronnie rubbing his shoulders. "Now don't dwell on holding it and toss it!" "Sorry Brooke but that part's easy," said Bryce flicking it out of his hand into the trash. "Holding it was kind of freaking me out." "Freaking you out?" groaned Brooke reaching back feeling the little nub between her shoulder blades. "How bad is it?" "It's not bad?" gulped Bryce staring. "Just different?" "No shit!" groaned Brooke reaching back pulling the ribbon off what was left. "But how do I look?" "On track for the new you," grinned Ronnie walking over stoking his fingers through her sheered hair in the back. "And don't worry Brooke I've done hair like that on plenty of my queens so can't wait to see it when it's done on you Frenchy!" "Which I'm sure means you look great," said Bryce trying to keep her calm. "Like you got a cute bob." "Cute? Fucking seriously?" said Brooke trying to hold in her anger. "Five minutes ago I was your supportive smoking hot girlfriend but now I'm cute like a freaking eight year old when I used to be hot to you! I used to be sexy!" "And I'm sure once they're done it'll be even sexier?" defended Bryce. "Like a Kardashian or Selena who look hot with them." "Not sure any of those women have ever had their bobs converted to du-op era poufy pink cuts," joked Ronnie fluffing Brooke's cut with his hands checking it out. "But now we are getting somewhere with acceptance using the past tense so I'm glad you both did this now to get a few things out of your systems." "I bet you are," said Brooke pissed grinding her teeth fighting back tears. "Now let's just please get this over with." "Been trying to get it over with between you two since we started today," joked Ronnie stepping away from her. "So please go sit at the stations to start the bleaching process and our staff will meet you there to get you started." Across the room they walked together as Bryce tried to take her hand as they walked but she just pushed it away disgusted. She had the nastiest puss on her face before a worker stepped into Bryce's line of sight as off slid their robes and on came an open back short sleeve blush pink smock. It would take a quick spin of his shoulders as they buttoned up the back but once he was turned back he tried to make eye contact again but she wanted no part of looking his way. Over his knee length long garment now came a plastic cape as he tried one last time to reach out and touch her arm but missed as she quickly sat down in a red chair dressed identically. He'd have to now follow suit sitting next to her as her colorist began and then there'd be no chance to even look her way as his own bleaching process began. With steam coming out of her ears, they sat side by side with their heads covered in chemicals and even once their colorists had left while they sat with their heads being processed, she refused to even look at Bryce and ignored his whispers. Heat lamps would be rolled behind each of them and switched on as the cooking from every angle began yet Brooke had never been more frigid towards him. It would be twenty five minutes before he'd finally catch her glancing his way while their heads were being torched and then she finally reached out from her chair taking his hand. "Sorry I got bitchy and was taking this out on you," said Brooke reaching over taking his hand. "But Brooke.. I just..." sighed Bryce relieved to be holding her hand. "Don't! I'm not mad at you and I needed time to calm down," said Brooke giving a little squeeze. "But he is trying to tear us apart and I hate that." "He's just doing his job Brooke," said Bryce trying to deflate the angst. "Doing his job to divide us?" said Brooke touching his thumb. "Which he can't," said Bryce rubbing her fingers. "This is just temporary right?" "Of course it is until the show is over," said Brooke rubbing his thumb right back. "And I don't even see the point of why that's necessary?" "You will momentarily Frenchy because we will now be allowing you to do what I promised initially so hands apart for a moment please girls," said Ronnie stepping between them pulling their hands apart. "In fact quite the sharp point and make sure you smile towards the camera while you do this." "Is a needle?" said Brooke seeing him holding out towards her. "Yes dear and sterilized so once you're done I'll let you hold hands for a little while again," grinned Ronnie with his back to Bryce as he stood between them. "Now lean forward to get this cape off and take it please." "Once I'm done with what?" said Brooke stunned as quickly her cape was gone. "Did you say sterilized?" "With Frenchy's job that we'll film with her handling for the backstory and you'll simulate in the show," said Ronnie snapping his fingers at some workers as they lifted her chin and snapped around her collar. "Chins up for powder, some blush and lip color." Before they could barely react their faces were being powdered and down came some brushing. As the dust would finally clear and a brush swiped across their lips the camera's lights were blinding. "But you don't really mean?" cringed Brooke finally regaining her focus as she stared at the needle pinched between her fingers. "Of course we do! This salon is perfect backdrop for this scene of you two getting ready and the task will show the trust you have in each other," said Ronnie as down over Bryce's bleaching cap came a faux helmet hat of silver rollers. "Heads steady please for the roller caps and let's not fidget or you'll be screaming while we're cleaning bleach out of your eyes." "Hold crap," gulped Brooke looking down realizing Bryce's pink smock had a frilly collar added looking like a nightgown and then so did hers. "This is like a real scene and I'm really..." "Piercing Sandy's ears," whispered Ronnie giving her a wink as the same roller cap was being fitted to her head. "It's not like you could do this for real in the show so where's that girl that wanted to see her ex- boyfriend flinch for stealing her part." "That's so unfair saying that Ronnie," sighed Brooke covering her mouth looking over seeing someone holding something around each of his lobes. "Possibly but his ears are just about numb and the cameras are rolling in ten seconds," said Ronnie shrugging his shoulders. "So did you want to be in the backstory buried when you could be the first girl featured with the star teary-eyed looking a wreck or just prefer it's only about the perfect girl playing Sandy?" "Give me the earrings you bastard!" smirked Brooke holding her left palm open. "Backs are already unscrewed from the posts and I told you I'd like working with the evil be-ou-tch we both know you are inside," grinned Ronnie dumping everything in his hand. "Show her the needle for a second and we should get a nice natural reaction but careful not to block the angle so we can capture it. Action fellas." Bryce was a bit confused as they let go of his roller cap staring at his roller clad girlfriend in the frilly nightie approaching with such an evil grin and a gleam in her eye. Between the icy sensations at each side of his face and the bulky cap doubling like an extra heat lamp, things had gone from oddly tingly as the bleach heated up his scalp to frigid around perimeter as Brooke turned his face before reaching up with her left hand. "Feel that?" said Brooke touching his right ear. "Feel what Brooke?" said Bryce staring at her with a determined look on her face and seeing the long needle in hand. "Wait...you're not..?" "Going to let you flinch so don't drop the little backs," said Brooke squeezing his hand dropping the backs of the posts into his palm closing it. The look of terror now filled his face as just that fast the little jab penetrated his lobe. Huge shock would temporarily shield a small prick yet her grin would prove much more hurtful. "Not so bad right?" said Brooke reaching down taking the little back before reaching back up as she pulled out the needle. As she screwed the back on the post, it was like she had pulled the latch from the floodgates as once she pulled down her hands to observe the tears would flow with them. "Pause just a moment and you can wipe then do the other," said Ronnie grabbing her wrist before she could wipe his cheek. "Ok then." As much as it felt good to inflict some pain she now felt terrible as she couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks wiping a few times. "It'll be fine Sandy," winked Brooke fighting back tears herself now and then turning his face to do the other. He gave a little nod as he bit his lip and then back in she went piercing his right lobe. He was much tougher this time as the initial shock was gone and once she screwed on the back to the post touched his face gently before reaching down squeezing his fingers lovingly. "And cut everyone," said Ronnie giving a few claps. "And there we have it. Our first decent backstage scenes." "Like I didn't see you filming my eyebrows being plucked or my nails being done?" grumbled Bryce wiggling his fingers between hers as they pulled off his roller cap. "Didn't think you did but that's just filler stuff," grinned Ronnie as they were wiping off his face. "This we needed to powder you up to avoid some bad shine but hug your co-star now goodbye please because time you both go your separate ways already." "I thought you said when we were done we could hold hands for a little while," said Brooke rubbing Bryce's fingers as they wiped down her face as well. "And you are?" said Ronnie looking at them holding softly on to each other. "But you're just about processed and he still needs a bit more cooking so unfortunately it's time we really break you two up now." "You going to be ok?" questioned Bryce now wanting to let go. "Sure and sorry about that again," said Brooke feeling the same way. "You?" "Kind of have to be," nodded Bryce. "But I'll miss you." "Yeah?" said Brooke looking into his eyes. "Miss you too babe." "Oh please," said Ronnie flicking his wrist. "You'll see each other in a week." "I know," laughed Brooke. "But it might be weird at first with our new looks and all." "A week plus a weekend and miss you more," said Bryce pecking a kiss. "It'll fly and I know you're going to do great," said Brooke touching his face pecking one back. "And so are you," said Bryce staring into her eyes. "Miss Bensen, I hate to interrupt but I really need to rinse you out please," said a hairdresser tapping her. "The bleach can't stay on much longer." "Yes sorry," acknowledged Brooke letting out a breath. "I better go." "Ok," nodded Bryce as she walked off with a hairdresser. "Maybe I won't even need the week or so?" joked Ronnie putting his arm around Bryce leading him in the other direction. "Now let's get you under the dryer darling so we can speed up what's left of your bleaching and maybe this will be easier than even I thought since you're already such a girl." "Why because I'll be missing my girlfriend?" said Bryce sitting down under a big bonnet. "That'll fade since you won't be lonely for long," said Ronnie as they lowered it. "Doubtful it will," explained Bryce being a little down. "Haven't been apart from her for even a day for quite a while so more than a week will feel like forever." "Possibly since the pretty girls really are never alone very long?" said Ronnie holding up a clear bag filled with thick long strands of blonde hair. "It's a benefit they get by waking up beautiful every day even if they are bitches and see this honey?" "Yeah? That's going on my head?" said Bryce seeing the multitoned golden locks. "Isn't it?" "Fused in stand by strand like it's your own to give you the length you'll need once the bleaching is over and we dye your hair blonde," said Ronnie pulling them from the pack and stroking down the length. "Now you hold it while you sit here and get used to being able to touch it because soon you'll be inseparable from it." "It that supposed to make me feel better that I'm separated from my girlfriend," questioned Bryce holding it in his hands. "It won't do that but having pretty blonde hair you'll be learning to do every day like you've always had it is part of the mindset you'll soon have as you realize you're the one waking up each day as the pretty girl now," said Ronnie stroking the long locks while Bryce held them. "You're the star and the girl everyone wished they were." "You mean the one Brooke wished she was because I never did!" grumbled Bryce observing. "Maybe not but still fortunate since it's an even bigger role than what you expected?" Paused Ronnie. "So even for the sweetest of innocent bubbly blondes you'll be leaving here today as.... you knew before you started that acting is quite the cut throat business didn't you?" "Wish it wasn't but everyone does," nodded Bryce. "Then never forget it took very little coaxing for her to stab you in the ear and she'd stab you in the back if you falter as Sandy!" grinned Ronnie touching his ear lobe applying a little pressure near his right stud that was quite sore. "But stroke those locks in comfort because I'm here to not let that happen." "I'd hope she wouldn't but I'm not na?ve, like I don't know what it meant to her," said Bryce reaching up feeling his earring. "And you coaxed her into doing that didn't you?" "Easily so instead of being absorbed with missing her redirect and immerse yourself into transforming into the perfect girl I shouldn't need to coax you into becoming," lectured Ronnie. "Do that, as I begin to reshape your mindset and that misguided obsession will fade as fast as you dark hair already has." "I already am," nodded Bryce. "Aren't I doing whatever I've had to without issue?" "Good because what I meant about you not being lonely for long had nothing to do with seeing your ex-girlfriend," smiled Ronnie. "It didn't?" questioned Bryce giving him a funny look. "No dear because before long it'll be you that will be someone's girlfriend yourself," smiled Ronnie touching his face. "And that will be well before you see her again and once you do, you'll be nothing more than girlfriends yourselves until we're done with you. Understood?" "Wish you didn't say it that way," snarled Bryce letting out a breath. "But yeah." "And I wish you'd have just broken it off clean so nothing would be stuck in your head that still shouldn't be because that Ralphie is so good looking this shouldn't be that tough to make you a cute couple," joked Ronnie adjusting the bonnet. "But what do I know? I couldn't get you to fully dump a girl who's about to have hair like your grandmother." "Because he's my co-star and I'm not into guys!" objected Bryce. "My grandmother?" "Oh my, do we have work to do girlfriend?" teased Ronnie flicking his wrist. "But I'll ask you again in a few hours when you see yourself all made up and blonde." "Will still be an actor playing a girl and not looking to date men!" fought back Bryce. "Yet still need to be genuine when you kiss one in particular which is another part of the new mindset you'll need to accept and fully immerse yourself in," said Ronnie as the hot air came back on stronger. "Like with this thing on my head I'm not immersed already," grumbled Bryce as Ronnie started walking off. "Fully immersed not just baked," said Ronnie turning back around. "But I'll sure you'll get there honey, because he's so handsome if I was half your age I'd be fighting you over him so a girl could do worse. Much worse Sandra Dee but from what I've seen already my gut tells me this won't be a problem much longer!"