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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Three As the hot air came back on blasting, Ronnie just sauntered away and Bryce closed his eyes sitting under the dryer. He'd need ten more minutes of processing before the bleach would be rinsed since he started with darker hair than Brooke and then before long they began coloring his hair. Foil after foil would be added as they blended the different shades of golden, wheat and platinum until they whisked him off to be waxed. He had to be as tough as he could as they ripped away at his legs, arms and even the stragglers on his chest which seemed even rougher than he expected. Without his girlfriend for support or more likely to mock him it seemed endless with him squeezing the sides of his table with long nails cautious of the pressure of his tips. When they finally lifted his bare wrist in the air, instead of relief scissors would then snip at his arm pits and then crotch as he was mortified being groomed and manipulated. These sensitive areas next being waxed would have him unable to fight back any tears and then flip over as they ripped between his cheeks which seemed so unnecessary hurting even worse. They were obviously determined to leave no hair below his nape un-waxed until before long he was as bare as the day he was born. They'd have him stand nude for a final inspection as he wanted to die seeing his completely hairless physique yet to the workers they just saw a task. He was the limp boy in the mirror with shiny long nails and a thin hairless frame looking bizarre with a head full of layers of flat foils, thinly arched brows and studs in his ears. Though his short white silk robe now mercifully went over his arms, that would certainly not make him feel any better as they returned him to have the dye rinsed from his head. When the last foil made its way into the sink and his hairdresser scrubbed away the color, it would be his last chance to relax while his scalp would be messaged with conditioner. Those last few minutes before the water switched off, he never wanted to end because once they did and they sat up his chair, he knew that Ronnie was right and his mindset would need to change. Over he walked now to the salon chair sitting down for the first time with a wet head of light colored moppy hair still trying to accept that he had agreed. A few twists of his neck would be halted by his hairdresser straightening his face at both sides of his ears to look forward and then a slice by the rat tail of her comb parting his hair down the middle would have him mesmerized. What was left of his crooked bangs would now be brushed over his eyes and then long silver pins at each temple would have the rest his hair being pulled back creating a mild reverse v-shape. A quick push up at his chin before stern brushing from his forehead to his nose would then be followed by her scissor sheering across to now give him perfectly straight bangs and then her round brush rolling them under would have his head to toe transformation launched into full gear. He'd sit now for hours being double teamed as single strand lash extensions began in conjunction with his fusion on his nape and then finished hours later with a soft pinkish red gloss being stroked across his lips. It had been so long they could have done almost anything to him as he was zoned out mentally more fried than his locks had been. When the brush was finally pulled away, he'd at last get a quick glimpse at his own blue eyes framed in flirty long lashes beneath perfect bangs as his hairdresser momentarily moved out of his line of sight. Even knowing what to expect, it still seemed as if he was someone else entirely but that would be part of his transformation as his gaze was quickly broken. "Stand up a second honey and step forward," said the woman tapping his arm as she spun his chair away from the mirror. He'd barely remember the staff taking breaks but recalled when Ronnie stepped in dressing him in his basic lacey white bra and panties after his lashes were done. That would seem so long ago as they'd be quickly back to work on his extensions as everything seemed so surreal. As he stood, off would come his flip flops replaced by some basic white strappy sandals being buckled around his ankles and as she pulled off his cape he'd now be fully awakened from his temporary haze. Ronnie would now help him step into a dress for the first time as he zipped open a peach skater style casual short sleeve garment and ask him to step in. Bryce swallowed hard as up it came across his thighs quickly engulfing his thin figure and in no time his arms would be inside the straps. His extended hair would need to be swept to the side in order to zip him up as finally he was just another girl in a salon in a casual dress. Staring down at it flaring a bit mid-thigh would be almost hard to accept but that gaze would quickly be over as they adjusted his face to staring straight ahead at the wall as they brushed through his now long length down his back. Stroke after stroke he could feel the tension pulling at his scalp like it was all his own and there would be nothing he could really watch anyway as they sheered and shaped setting the final extension length. It would be mostly quick and painless before they had him back in the chair to finish his face while straightening the back with a flat iron. A thin liner, brushing from a peachy pink pallet and a stroke of gloss would finish turning the actor to an actress as he sat patiently getting ready to start anew. The anxious moments now would soon be over as they misted his face to set his cosmetics but then the real butterflies kicked in as his stylists stepped away allowing his full viewing. A simple gasp would be followed by her smile at him in the reflection while she moved some golden length from his back onto his shoulders. With her hand held mirror she'd now show him his thick shoulder blade length straight multi-tonal blonde hair as he stared stunned at his final transformation as the hairdresser added a last few spritzes to seconds of his hair. With his makeup done and his style set, he almost couldn't believe they were right that he could pull off this role as a cute blonde, as he stood up and walked closer to the mirror amazed that it appeared he had. "Told you sweetie," said Ronnie walking over next to him. "Not bad right?" "Not sure it's good?" gulped Bryce turning looking back over his shoulders. "And not even sure this still is me?" "Kind of the idea when you play a role young lady," laughed Ronnie touching his wrist. "Looser with the wrist to start." "Ok but," mumbled Bryce a bit astonished allowing his wrist to be positioned. "Still didn't think I'd look so...." "Pretty?" smiled Ronnie softly touching his back. "Because, it's part of the idea when you play Sandy as well." "I know," huffed Bryce tossing his hands out at his sides. "But Brooke is going to freak when she sees me." "Let's hope," laughed Ronnie looking up at the sky. "That way I won't have to worry about you two for a few weeks." "Hope not!" answered Bryce. "And I assured you that you won't! I'll obviously be focused. Plus you know she's already mad at me but I doubt she imagined I'd look like this?" "In this business you'll both have to learn to always use your imagination and it's just that you couldn't see what my trained eyes could," explained Ronnie softly patting his hair. "That you could turn me into a girl?" questioned Bryce surprised. "Oh, I haven't done all that, yet?" smiled Ronnie tilting his head. "You haven't?" said Bryce a bit miffed. "All I did today was made you look like one! With your bone structure and thin frame that's the easy part," explained Ronnie cupping Bryce's face making him stare at himself. "But envisioned you as one after the first time I saw you and now the real work begins." "To do more than make me look like one you mean?" said Bryce curiously. "Why I gave you that gorgeous manicure, letting you keep your hair and bangs a bit longer until we trim them all for the show and will be removing every possible male trait as I train you," said Ronnie. "Now take the pocketbook on the counter Miss Barbato and let's go because the rest begins now." Over to the counter he walked tossing the strap over his shoulder and as he turned Ronnie adjusted how he held it then looped his arm through Bryce's. Out of the salon he walked now with Ronnie and into their car service as his training in full force had begun. His normal Friday date night with his girl would be exchanged with him becoming one as no longer would he be addressed or treated as male. Every mannerism, every step and every tone in his voice corrected as Ronnie broke things down during the immediate reconditioning. He'd have a new temporary home, new wardrobe and new routines as except for some contact with his parents, would be removed from the outside world. Fourteen hours a day with few breaks would be split between schoolwork, learning the part and becoming a woman, all of which was quite intense. Re-training his voice to speak and sing plus a whole new element of dance would be quite the challenge, yet removing other instincts so much harder. It would take until the next weekend before at least a few things became second nature and then on that second weekend together, Ronnie started providing the ultimate tests. He knew Bryce was still worried about Brooke and heading back to school on Monday more than he was adapting to the role which was going as planned. That concern though only made Ronnie push harder never giving an inch while transforming Bryce physically and mentally so then when Monday morning came around, from the car stepped the new Bryce, ready for school. Down the sidewalk wandered Bryce turning a few heads while walking by others without notice. Did they just think he was another high school girl or really stunned by who he'd become. He really wasn't entirely sure either way but he was prepared for it all as his appearance like this was no secret. He'd been cut off from the outside world for ten days yet briefed in detail knowing the whole school knew about his role. He expected a mix of excitement over the school's embrace of the show and backstage filming to be mixed with dirty looks and lude comments yet his only real concern was what Brooke thought. He was stopped by a few girls he knew as he walked down the corridor exchanging some hugs and idle chat as they fussed over him. Immediately up went his confidence with his first confrontations being positive yet the true tests would be coming, and he anxiously couldn't wait. To his locker he went grabbing a few books and then as he snapped his lock shut and the crowd cleared a little, he heard the voice he was waiting for. "Bryce?" questioned Brooke seeing the long blonde hair turn away from Bryce's locker. "Oh my gawdd, Brooke," shrieked Bryce scurrying over. "There you are!" "Hoy shit!" gulped Brooke watching her boyfriend shuffle towards her all excited. "Look at you!" Towards her walked Bryce as she was captivated by his every step. A hypnotic click of his heel as it touched down would be followed by an absorbing wiggle as the boyfriend she expected to be dude in a skirt trying to pass as a girl seemed already to be someone else entirely. "I know right?" said Bryce flicking his wrist at her. "Can you believe it?" "Believe it? No," said Brooke looking him up and down. "If I didn't know you, I'd never have known you at all." "Really?" said Bryce a little shy playing with a long strand of his hair. "Really! You look like you're like one of the popular girls," giggled Brooke, looking up to the sky for a moment and then back down. "This is crazy! You're freaking gorgeous." Her flattery would have him immediately uncomfortable as he took a deep breath letting it out with a nervous smile. The modern day Sandy would not disappoint on her first day in school as before Brooke now stood this prim and proper pretty little blonde without a hair out of place. Slightly curled under thick bangs would show the edges of his new arched brows where big lashes easily bend back inside. Hints of very thin liner around his crystal blue pupils and blended beige eye shadows would keep things simple for his day time look, yet a pink blush with a hint of shine at his cheek bones would reflect the hallway's florescent light. A soft red lip color certainly wasn't his natural lip even though to some it might have appeared that way and a touch of gloss would have them appear so inviting. Behind his bangs his hair would be pulled back tightly from temple to temple revealing the big sparkly studs in his ears before it was bound with a delicate thin coral ribbon at the back of his head. It was a simple yet timeless girly style that his stage persona often donned as the rest of his extended locks sat in pin straight style neatly down his back and shoulders. His outfit though would be a bit more modern and trendy like the high school diva he had become as he stood in short black bolero jacket atop a white silk blouse. While quite basic to start, the short pleated skirt in a plaid pattern of black, charcoal, white and coral would be far from any old fashion poodle skirt and white thigh high tights poking from white ankle booties with three inch spikey heels delivered him as a bit risqu? on his first day. A shake of his wrist would jiggle the series of bangles would awaken her stun and confirmed that behind the long stiletto claws that Brooke watched them attach, Bryce would be still present yet his nails now repainted chalk white. It was somehow still her boyfriend who was now this meticulously dressed blonde girly girl clutching his designer bag and her stomach was in knots as she could barely believe it. "Yeah, it's a bit shocking but kind of the idea," smirked Bryce sweeping some of his hair off his shoulder onto his back. "And probably mostly a blonde thing." "In that outfit with how I just watched you hurry over here in heels?" said Brooke twisting her neck looking at him from another angle. "Blonde or not....I think I'm going to need a minute." "How could you not? Muuggggh!" said Bryce leaning in on the left. "I'm still struggling too, that this is me and I missed you so much." "Missed you too?" said Brooke as he rotated and leaned in on the right. "But did you just air kiss me?" "Was that wrong to do because we're in school?" said Bryce looking around. "Because I know I'm not supposed to smear your lipstick or mine." "No it's fine," said Brooked looking puzzled. "Just felt kind of weird." "Oh I'm sorry," said Bryce checking her left cheek and wiping it with his index finger. "This watermelon lip gloss is so hydrating and I love it but never seems to stay on my lips so I was doing my best not to ruin your blush." "Ok?" said Brooke watching him dig through his pocketbook. "And I don't think you did?" "Oh good I feel better now because I'm paranoid enough about it getting on my teeth," said Bryce opening his little compact checking his teeth quickly before snapping it shut. "And that's a new color blush you usually don't wear isn't it?" "Change your hair color you change your makeup," explained Brooke giving him a funny look. "Of course, and I should know that! Silly me," said Bryce looking up rolling his eyes before reaching out touching the edge of her bob. "And who could pull off that edgy fringe look better than you girlfriend! You look amazing with your hair cut like that and the pink is so trendy! It totally works for you." "Who are you?" laughed Brooke grabbing her face with both hands shaking her head. "Because I'm pretty sure my boyfriend could have never even had this conversation with me and knew nothing about what color blush I wear or would like me with short pink hair?" Brooke was still quite pretty yet gone of course were her gorgeous long locks. With her hair hoovering just at her shoulders in a pink bob from a middle part and big silver hoop earrings poked out beneath it, she certainly looked quite different even though her same killer body remained. The future beauty school drop out in tight black jeans and a short crop showing a hint of naval was as sexy as ever even in school yet her focus was on her boyfriend not her own vanity for a change. "It's cute on you and not that short but....." giggled Bryce before noticing she was getting annoyed. "Yeah definitely not." "Exactly!" said Brooke with some attitude. "But the girl standing in front of you, that has taken hours and hours of lessons in the last week and has to do her own hair and makeup 2 or 3 times a day?" explained Bryce shrugging his shoulder. "Yeah, that girl notices things he never could." "And so does this one?" said Brooke feeling uneasy. "Step back." "Why am I not cute in this?" said Bryce, giving her a look and then looking down at himself. "Did I mismatch something because please tell me I didn't and they have been making me start to pick my own outfits but this one I didn't and for school I'm sure I won't be." "Chill! You're totally cute in it," said Brooke looking annoyed. "Not the issue." "Oh thank gawwddd," said Bryce looking a bit emotional holding his chest. "Because I've been working so hard on this and I can't be a wreck the first day. I just can't be." "And if you don't hold the water works you freaking primadonna you won't be," said Brooke aggravated. "I just mean step back so I can really get a good look at you now that the shock has worn off." "Ok," said Bryce rolling his eyes at her. "But you don't have to be mean about it!" "And I won't be if maybe could you stop acting for a second?" said Brooke not backing down. "Like turn off the fucking diva act a second and ... jezzz.. those heels are even higher than I thought." "Wasn't trying to be a diva Brooke! You think this is easy for me!" snapped back Bryce. "And they're just little ankle boots and I think maybe three and a half inches?" "Sorry and didn't mean to get snippy with you," smiled Brooke trying not to giggle. "But just three and a half inches? Did you really just say that?" "They have me in much higher all the time and don't you love 'em?" said Bryce twisting his hips and turning lifting on shoe off the ground in a sexy type pose. "If they were on me maybe and didn't I just ask you to chill with the acting?" gulped Brooke. "Sorry," said Bryce with both feet on the ground again tossing up his hands. "But not sure I'm allowed to or even can. I can't be who you want me to be until this is over and this stuff is drilled in my head. Plus they put me in heels all the time as Ronnie says my walking needs work and I've got a long way to go to get down the wiggle." "Not sure the baseball team would agree," said Brooke pointing with her chin. "They seemed to have enjoyed your wiggle over here when you saw me." "Crap," said Bryce turning beat red. "You think they don't know it's me?" "Most guys so far today nope," said Ralphie walking in surprising them. "So far everyone wants to know who the new babe is?" "And what are you telling them?" said Bryce giving him a side eyed stare. "Give me some sugar and I'll tell you?" said Ralphie leaning in to peck a kiss. "Stop!" said Bryce pushing it away. "That's not funny and this is not the place." "Then fend for yourself blondie until I see you after class since I'm the man around here not you," joked Ralphie. "So if I say it's the place then it is the place!" "No since you're the man you'll carry my books and meet me in homeroom but damn well better remember your place," said Bryce hitting in the stomach with his text book. "Oh feisty today babe," said Ralphie smiling. "I love when you're like that." "What the hell is going on here?" said Brooke not pleased. "Stop calling him your babe and did you just seriously try to kiss my boyfriend?" "Who's my girl now so get used to it Frenchy," teased Ralph getting in her face. "You're actors you idiots," scolded Brooke pushing him back. "Him being stuck like this learning is bad enough but what the hell is wrong with you two?" "Didn't feel like acting when we dated all weekend?" teased Ralph putting his arm around Bryce. "Did it babe?" "Just go to class and I'll carry my own books," said Bryce pushing away from him and then attempting to pull back his books from him. "Fine and I'll leave you two to have your girl talk but I got it," said Ralph not letting go of the books. "Enjoy ladies." "What is he talking about you dated all weekend Bryce?" said Brooke running her fingers through her hair frustrated and totally confused. "They weren't real dates like you and I have but studio set it up," explained Bryce ashamed. "But they set up dates?" said Brooke folding her arms and raising her voice a bit. "Like boyfriend-girlfriend dates?" "Just stuff trying to get us comfortable as a couple," reasoned Bryce. "I was a week away from everyone just like you so after they thought I was far enough along in my training they wanted us to spend time together to take the next step." "Which is dating?" said Brooke pissed. "Mostly singing and dancing together which started Friday night but then each day they progressed us a little," explained Bryce. "First night was short so just a casual trip to Starbucks, then Saturday dinner with the crew where they had me get pretty dressed up and they brought us to a party with them so we were together a lot." "You went to a party with my ex-boyfriend," said Brooke floored. "Like as a couple?" "With everyone," answered Bryce turning red. "And we both know co-stars go places together and everyone knows they're not couples." "Movie stars which you are not!" said Brooke shaking her head. "And you just said to be comfortable together as a couple so did you walk in holding hands?" "They told us too?" answered Bryce feeling himself start to sweat. "Are you kidding me!" said Brooke looking him up and down tapping her chin. "And by dressed up you mean you walked in holding hands in nice dress and heels maybe?" "You know they pick my wardrobe," said Bryce defending himself. "They pick mine too but still involve you in the options and give you a say," said Brooke pointing at her outfit. "Like I'd have any idea what to wear so I still didn't pick it Brooke," defended Bryce. "No but since you're already moving in these heels like they're sneakers I'm assuming they were stilettoes and if you said they had you dressed up for a party I'm sure the dress was probably sexy?" huffed Brooke getting animated. "So am I right and don't deny it because I'm sure I'll eventually see the pictures won't I? Now let's hear the details?" "Short red backless dress and these strappy spikey heels I could barely handle," admitted Bryce staring down at his nails not making eye contact. "With the amount of makeup they put on me plus my bangs and all my hair swept to one side in a sleek wavy style I doubt you'd even have known me if you saw me, so trust me for me it was not a party." "Sounds more like a debut for people to meet our new starlet," said Brooke giving him a funny look. "I was so nervous I barely know who I met," said Bryce looking back up at her. "Until then I've been mostly with my coaches and trainers so I really hadn't been out and about as a girl very much." "Or out with a boy I guess?" said Brooke bitching at him. "Yeah, it takes some getting used to no matter how much they prepare you for it," explained Bryce rolling his eyes at her. "Really they mostly had us mingle and have short chats with people but they didn't keep us there late as they have me on tight schedule but then Sunday well.. it was all day and I was made to go everywhere as his girl." "Damn that happened fast," said Brooke slapping her forehead as her eyes grew wide. "Everywhere as his girl!" "I was mortified," slumped Bryce. "Yeah well you seem to have gotten over that quick haven't you princess?" said Brooke not amused. "And what's everywhere!" "This shouldn't be a surprise to you Brooke as you knew they were pushing me hard to be natural in that role and it doesn't matter," said Bryce shaking his head turning away. "It damn well does matter!" said Brooke twisting him to look at her. "A day of couple's activities after we rehearsed for a few hours," gulped Bryce ashamed. "Morning photo shoot, brunch with his parents, his date at his little cousin's birthday party and then finally I sat with the girls to watch his basketball game before we thankfully we got to be alone away from the embarrassment." "The embarrassment of people thinking you were his girlfriend all day?" said Brooke visibly upset. "Never told anyone that I was," said Bryce rubbing her arm trying to be comforting. "But I'm sure they pretty much assumed it," fumed Brooke pushing away his hand. "Maybe?" answered Bryce breaking eye contact looking down. "I don't know." "And how could they not since those were lots of the things I did when I was his girlfriend!" said Brooke trying not to blow a gasket holding her head as she shook it. "Things any girlfriend would do!" "I guess?" Cringed Bryce glancing up at her. "But still not my fault and can we just talk more about this later since we better get to class now." "No I don't think we can today since we'll both be on different sets until late at night and I don't even know if I want to!" said Brooke visibly upset. "I'm afraid to hear anymore." "Brooke, don't be ridiculous," said Bryce trying to calm her. "This will be over before you know it and you're still my girl." "While I have to sit around watching you become his!" said Brooke tossing up her hands. "That's what's ridiculous!" Off went Brooke in a huff pissed off as Bryce just stood there for a second feeling bad. He'd have to turn and head to class just like everyone else as down the hall he went into homeroom as the day's drama began. As expected, some of his guy friends from class would begin teasing him while others would be stunned with his transformation. He'd been well prepared for the ripping or jokes laughing along but the amount of compliments about how well he was pulling off the role would be quite the surprise. His teachers and most of the girls seemed so welcoming as the buzz around the school about the show made his awkward cross-dressed situation seem worthwhile. Class by class, after more people had gotten over his new look, it started to just feel more normal and once they had used up their jokes he was just starting to be treated like just another girl. Being checked out by other guys almost like they forgot who was under the skirt at first would have him feel uneasy but eventually as he'd look back when he'd catch them would have him smile. He stop and touch up his lip gloss a few times to try to snag a few silent on lookers just for kicks as he did his best to assimilate into the female student role. On only the first day he could already tell there was becoming a divide between girls that invited him into the club and others that lifted their noses at him as being one of them was quite different than being one of the fellas. Of course, Ralphie would also make it tougher trying to make sure Bryce always knew his place as his girl as the macho jerk would have no issue playing the pseudo boyfriend role. Even with his buddies teasing Ralph, he'd have his arm around Bryce every chance he got parading boy in a dress for all to see, happy to show off his girl. There would be a few times Bryce just wanted to crawl under a rock hearing some comments, yet Ralph would laugh them off or have a snide come back. As class ended and they put their books away in their lockers, Ralph would come over and wait patiently as Bryce collected his things. "Ready babe," said Ralph leaning next to the locker next to Bryce's. "I've been looking forward to finally rehearsing on our own stage all day." "Yeah, I could tell with you singing to yourself in my ear every place we walked all day," joked Bryce loading a few things in his pocketbook. "And just about since I'd rather be on stage then gawked at." "Me too and now I get to sing looking into your eyes," smiled Ralph as Bryce closed his locker and Ralph's face was right there staring at him. "Can't wait! And I bet you can't either?" "I wouldn't say that," laughed Bryce snapping his lock shut. "But I admit you really are a great singer." "Thanks, and so are you," said Ralph reaching down taking Bryce's hand. "And getting better every time I hear you singing as a girl too." "Thanks, I think," said Bryce looking down at them holding hands. "But since I'm not really one and half the school is looking at us funny, isn't having your arm around me enough?" "Only half?" laughed Ralph rubbing his thumb. "Ok close to all, so before we go to rehearsal now and can't really talk?" said Bryce letting go of his hand. "None of this bothers you?" "Being called names?" laughed Ralph making a face. "Nahhhh!" "Not even being called some really bad names I'd rather not even repeat?" said Bryce giving him a side-eyed look. "Usually I was the douche calling others them so," laughed Ralph. "No!" "Yeah I remember," snarled Bryce. "Oh you talking about the ones I called you when you stole my girlfriend away?" said Ralph with a big smirk. "I swear I didn't," defended Bryce. "I thought it was over between you two and she told me it was." "Now that I know you a little better, I'm not doubting you thought it was," shrugged Ralph. "She's a manipulative bitch." "Which is mean and not nice so don't say that again about her!" scolded Bryce. "Fine?" grumbled Ralph rolling his eyes. "That's better! And a freaking compliment next to some of the things I think I heard whispered about me today," grinned Bryce cracking a little giggle before shaking his head. "There was some real shit being said." "Which you shouldn't let bother you for even a second," said Ralph looking into his eyes. "Trying not to," said Bryce letting out a huff as Ralph reached out rubbing one of his shoulders. "Then don't," said Ralph lifting his hand off Bryce's shoulder reaching up sweeping his bangs with his fingers looking into his eyes again. "It's not like we didn't expect those things and they're only words so who gives a shit." "You're right," nodded Bryce. "Of course I am and they're just jealous about our scholarships," said Ralph rubbing his back gently. "We're in this together and I got your back babe." "Yeah," gulped Bryce looking down seeing Ralph's hand slide off his back into his. "And more than my back since you got my hand again so maybe even forgetting who you have by the hand?" "No I'm not and they're jealous about that too," smiled Ralph giving a gentile rub of his fingers. "Same hand I had all weekend and it belongs to the prettiest girl in the school." "As if," said Bryce rolling his eyes pulling away his hand. "Still boy in a dress here regardless of what we've had to do! Remember?" "Seems after they make a comment or two that you shrug off, then everyone is forgetting that awfully quick?" laughed Ralph raising his brows. "Just like you almost did yesterday so don't?" said Bryce wiggling his index finger at him with some attitude. "Not trying too," grinned Ralph looking at Bryce's pose with his hand on one hip pushing Bryce's long nail down as it was pointing in Ralph's face. "But you're so good at being that girl already you make it easy to." "Which is what I'm supposed to do! What they are training me to do!" said Bryce in a huff folding his arms. "I know," said Ralph stepping close and lifting his chin looking into his eyes. "But don't get mad at me when I'm complimenting you that you're so freaking believable and amazing at this." "Sorry, let's just get to practice," said Bryce calming down. "It's just I'm not sure if it bothers me more that some people think I make a decent girl or if they already speaking to me as one. Even without getting upset about it, it's pretty weird." "Only weird when you try to tell yourself you're not one regardless of what's under your skirt," joked Ralph sliding his hand down Bryce's arm and touching his hand. "So we walking to practice holding hands or not Sandy?" "Not!" smiled Bryce playfully pushing down his hand and leaning against him. "And of course I'm not one but I'll let you put your arm around me because if I don't we'll never get there!" "Oh, we're getting there," smiled Ralph snuggling him in as they walked. "And getting there fast whether we hold hands or not pretty girl." Bryce just rolled his eyes realizing Ralph was right that like it or not things had moved very fast with him ascending into his role as Ralph's AKA Danny's girl. A weekend as her had set the tone but as a day in school was now behind them things would continue forward even faster. On stage their chemistry was already beginning to click and the other kids were already taking notice. It was barely ten days but after an hour or two most people barely thought about the fact he was a boy playing a girl as they rehearsed many scenes. Bryce's singing lessons were also paying off as his vocal coach couldn't have been more pleased with the changes in his voice while the rest of the changes seemed to fall in place as well. After well into the evening he'd finally get to head home to spend time with his parents for the first time as a girl in his own home. Even though he had facetimed every day with them and they were supportive, this didn't make this any less stressful and then before long his day would start all over again in school. "Morning Brooke," said Bryce walking up from behind her sliding his arm around her from behind and hugging her. "Jezzz Bryce!" jumped Brooke spinning around. "You're going to give me a heart attack sneaking up on me like that!" "Didn't mean to," shrugged Bryce before smiling. "And not sure how you could have in those shoes," smirked Brooke looking him up and down shaking her head. "You're wearing heels to school again?" There stood her cross dressed boyfriend once again dressed to turn heads like one of the popular girls in school. With coral pink glossed lips and his big flirty lashes he stood posing as his girlfriend evaluated him needing a moment even though it's how she expected him. Behind his perfect bangs now two short tightly weaved braids would flank each side of his middle part before each ended in half mini-pigtails beneath small teal tied ribbon. Behind them the back of his hair flowed onto his shoulders in a loose wavy style as they'd obviously done more than just straightening his hair today. His outfit would be of course teen chic again as a teal cold shoulder tunic would be quite flirty when paired with a pleated short black skirt. On his feet black sparkly high cut ankle boots would have the toe plate cut out where his bright toes would be prominently on display and then rise up laced all the way to mid-calf. With a three inch spikey heel, Brooke was right that she normally would have heard him coming but even though she didn't, the distinct perfume he was wearing or the jingle of his bracelets could have given it away. "Doubt I could on the pavement and aren't they to die for," said Bryce flicking his wrist and sticking out his foot showing them off before pulling her in for a hug. "But on the carpet they're not so loud and I've been looking everywhere for you, so why are you even in this office?" "Left my air buds on stage somewhere last night so was asking if anyone found them and turned them in," Started Brooke as Bryce moved back from the hug and then moved his face to the other cheek pulling in close again. "And did you seriously just air kiss me again?" "Sorry," said Bryce taking her hand. "Hard to break these habits already but we do both have on coral glosses so close your eyes." As he finished his quick sentence Bryce softly leaning in kissing her once softly then again quickly as they sticky lips slid across each other's. "Not sure that's even better and still worrisome that you know all these pink shades," said Brooke popping open her eyes holding both his hands looking at him as she slid her tongue over her lips. "But honestly that did feel nice." "Really did," nodded Bryce taking his finger wiping a hint of stray gloss off her bottom lip. "And still me under here remember?" "Then I guess we'll figure this out then won't we girlfriend?" teased Brooke smiling as she looked at him touching his face lovingly. "Of course we will," smiled Bryce looking into her eyes. "Ok," grinned Brooke nodding. "Still rather not taste a different lip gloss then what I have on myself but.....damn... I love that hair on you?" "It came out so freaking cute didn't it?" smiled Bryce proud tilting his head showing off the different angles as he patted at the braids. "Had to get up extra early to do it." "Seriously?" said Brooke stunned as the smile left her face. "You did your own hair like that?" "Today yes," nodded Bryce proudly checking it in the room's muddled window reflection. "Told you they've been making me practice hair, do my own makeup and lately making me paint my nails every night to coordinate with my outfit. This is such a pretty color isn't it?" "Love it," said Brooke as he held out his fingers inspecting his long nails. "And painting is one thing but I can't believe you'd even know how to braid it like that?" "Funny you say that because the right side I did no problem but the left side," explained Bryce reaching up checking the tightness. "Oh my gawwddd had me so stressed! Had to redo it like three times as I just couldn't get it right until I finally did." "Yeah, trying to keep your braids exact on both sides in symmetry like that can be a challenge but it looks freaking perfect and I'm so jealous!" said Brooke shaking her head. "But please stop as I almost forget I'm not talking to a girl when we talk like this." "Sorry," said Bryce flicking his wrist and winking at her. "But kind of the idea." "Yeah but you're still not supposed to be cuter than me!" smirked Brooke before watching him dig through his pocketbook. "I hate that part!" "You're the one that pushed me to do this Brooke," shrugged Bryce taking out his lip gloss touching up his lips. "You know I didn't want to at first." "At first?" said Brooke getting annoyed. "But seems like you do now?" "Why? Because my lips felt dried out which is probably from our kiss?" snarled Bryce tossing it back in his pocketbook and rolling his eyes at her. "The stupid little peck?" said Brooke giving him a dirty look no longer amused and not liking him rolling his eyes at her. "Don't think so and you know exactly what I meant." "And I also know exactly how you are when you get twisted like that and I don't want to fight," said Bryce checking his phone. "It's getting late so maybe let's just talk later at rehearsal." "And how we doing that?" said Brooke with her hands on her hips. "We only have one scene to do together tonight and I'm sure they'll have you busy with your boyfriend most of the time." "I have scenes with a lot of different people tonight and he's not my boyfriend," said Bryce tossing up his hands in frustration. "Stop calling him that!" "Really?" said Brooke not backing down. "Because if I ask his mother or cousin or whoever else saw you with him Sunday you're telling me they wouldn't say that he is?" "His mother? No! You know that she knows the deal and we're actors," said Bryce leaning on one hip. "Maybe some people that don't might assume it but that's the idea and you know that too." "I don't know what I know anymore except you never finished telling me about what you did after all that couple crap on Sunday together? said Brooke folding her arms pissed off. "Seems you left out the part when you were alone at the end of the day?" "Didn't leave it out at all," said Bryce reaching out touching her arm softly. "Did you forget you were the one that cut me off and said you didn't want to hear anymore?" "Well since I heard some things through the grapevine that I wish I didn't, then now I do!" said Brooke quite aggravated. "And I'm not sure what you heard, and I'll tell you anything you want, like I was trying to before," said Bryce not backing down and then pointing to the time on his phone. "But we have to go to class so now's not the time." "Oh, we still have two minutes so don't you dare move an inch," ordered Brooke pushing away the phone. "Finish telling me the rest! You said you two got to be alone away from all that planned crap? So, like alone, but were still like really together from what I heard?" "Not sure how you could have heard anything since it was just us but yes," admitted Bryce. "They wanted us to have dinner and some time alone without the cameras or under the spotlight?" "So alone as a boy and a girl?" questioned Brooke looking at him nastily. "Like a couple that's dating?" "You don't have to be dating to have a guy take you to dinner," reasoned Bryce. "So, while you're stuck as a girl, I guess then you'd be ok with me going to dinner with other guys?" snapped back Brooke. "Ok I get the point, and as long as it wasn't a date I would?" said Bryce nodding. "So, whatever you did, I can do then?" said Brooke looking him dead in the face. "No problem and no questions asked?" "Of course, I trust you," sighed Bryce. "And you know I do!" "Do you? Should you?" grinned Brooke rolling her eyes to the sky. "Because I cheated on him with you remember?" "You told me it was over," answered back Bryce irritated. "That you tried breaking it off multiple times and it just hadn't been official yet." "Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't?" shrugged Brooke making a face scrunching her cheeks. "But you told me it was!" said Bryce raising his voice a touch. "And you told me he wasn't your boyfriend?" said Brooke pointing her finger at him in anger. "He's not," defended Bryce. "And besides doing what the studio has us doing, stop saying we are dating because we are not!" "You sure? Because seems like they're doing everything they can to make you feel like you're dating!" said Brooke looking back at him sternly. "To get you to date him? Aren't they?" "Still not though!" said Bryce extremely defensive. "Really?" said Brooke beginning to question him. "Where'd he take you for dinner?" "I place called Begillios," answered Bryce. "To the corner booth and had you share penne vodka with him?" said Brooke looking him dead in the face. "How'd you know that?" said Bryce a little surprised. "You're not the first and you won't be the last unless you marry him," said Brooke rolling her eyes. "The boy has no creativity." "Maybe not but nothing happened there Brooke!" said Bryce shaking his head. "It was just dinner!" "And then a movie?" said Brooke not backing down. "Right?" "Which is no big deal," said Bryce not liking where she was headed with his quizzing. "Friends go to movies all the time together?" "Scary movie and you sat in the back corner sharing a soda because he said he only wanted a sip?" snapped back Brooke very matter of factly stretching her nails checking them. "Oh gawdd," gulped Bryce as it was starting to sink in. "Yeah." "And once he leaned towards you to sip it before you even blinked his arm was around you and like it or not you were snuggled in close," said Brooke lifting her eyes from her nails to stare into his. "Happened so fast," Swallowed Bryce turning beat red. "Mother fucker!" said Brooke pissed but trying to contain herself. "Used the same cheap moves on you that he did on me." "That can't be right!" said Bryce wiping his brow feeling himself start to perspire. "Of course it can't, because you're my boyfriend!" said Brooke reaching out and taking him by both shoulders shaking him. "Being stuck in situations with people around is one thing but how could you let that happen?" "Sorry and please stop shaking me," said Bryce pushing her arms off him trying to compose himself. "But how could I know that? How could I know he might be making a move?" "You couldn't?" said Brooke stepping back annoyed before looking back up at him. "But you didn't feel sorry about kissing him did you?" "I don't know what I felt and honestly I did get a weird vibe like he was going to try to kiss me in the movie but he didn't," said Bryce straightening his skirt and top. "He just had his arm around me but that never happened." "Because he walked you down the block to the park after the movie comforting you after being scared and warming you after the cold soda before he kissed you under the moonlight near the waterfall for the first time!" Rambled Brooke with her eyes closed before she popped them open looking at Bryce. "Didn't he?" "Kissed me in rehearsal way before that for the first time when they made us practice it," said Bryce embarrassed. "Feel better now." "And when it wasn't practice?" Bitched Brooke not accepting his answer. "Like yesterday right in front of me?" "It's all been practice being in character and you saw that he tried but I didn't let him kiss me then or in the movies," said Bryce ashamed. "But at the waterfall?" said Brooke not backing down. "He told me they were filming for the backstory and I just felt like it was what I supposed to do," said Bryce biting his lip for a moment shaking. "Always does once that tongue of his gets in your mouth," said Brooke letting out a breath. "But they weren't filming were they? Because didn't you just tell me you too were out alone to get away from the cameras?" "Yeah but things happened so fast and I'm still not sure," said Bryce tossing up his hands. "You think he lied to me and told me that just to kiss me?" "And people say I'm the manipulative one around this school?" grinned Brooke slapping herself in the forehead. "Much as I hate to admit things, maybe you really are perfect to play the innocent little blonde?" "That's not funny!" said Bryce feeling his eyes get watery before answering back at her. "And no matter what, I didn't feel anything like when I kiss you." "Oh if he kissed you the way he always kissed me which I'm sure he did, then you damn well know you felt something," said Brooke reaching up squeezing his face with one hand. "Something stiff right against you that I'm sure you couldn't miss." "Yeah and I moved the second he did," said Bryce pushing away her hand. "And so did he pulling you in closer and pressing harder," said Brooke looking right into his eyes as their faces were close. "You going to deny that happened?" "No," said Bryce mortified. "Deny he stuck his tongue way down your throat," said Brooke still in his face. "I was caught off guard," blinked Bryce. "But no." "And when he did... did anything pop up on your side?" Quizzed Brooke barely giving an inch. "Of course it didn't," said Bryce moving back a little. "Because they had you tucked?" said Brooke pushing verbally. "Didn't they?" "You know they keep me tucked in tight outfits Brooke?" huffed Bryce not liking her insinuations. "You tucked in this skirt?" said Broke stepping right back closer. "What does that have to do with anything?" grumbled Bryce looking down at himself. "Just answer the question?" ordered Brooke. "No, only in tight outfits where it could show and don't have to be with the pleats?" sighed Bryce looking down smoothing his skirt. "Why?" "Why? Because I felt nothing when we kissed and like I should have?" explained Brooke glancing over Bryce's shoulder and reaching under his skirt. "Like I always did and like you did when he kissed you?" "Brooke you can't expect things to be normal under the circumstances," gulped Bryce looking around making sure none could see this. "To function normally and please stop!" "Tell that to my hormones that are raging or to the supportive girlfriend that needs her boyfriend," Squeezed Brooke through his panties. "Tell that to this girl that hasn't had sex in over ten days!" "And as much as I want that too I can't see how we're going to for a while?" said Bryce feeling her manipulate him. "You have to be patient Brooke and did you forget where we are because what if someone walks I on us?" "Patient?" said Brooke twisting him under the skirt really hard. "Be patient while you're kissing him right in front of me? While he's grinding against you and I'm the one that needs the grinding?" "There was no grinding and the only kissing you'll see is on stage," said Bryce pulling away her hand as his panties snapped back in place. "Now get a hold of yourself and not a hold of what you shouldn't have right now!" "Fine! But you weren't on stage and already made out with him!" quizzed Brooke not backing away. "So, make out with him yet off camera any other time?" "No," said Bryce slowly shaking his head. "But you want to don't you?" said Brooke rattling off question after question. "Not even sure if he wants to," said Bryce looking right back at her. "But again no." "Of course he does! Guys think with their dicks and you gave him an instant boner," said Brooke looking pissed. "I don't!" said Bryce defending himself. "I know you don't!" huffed Brooke letting out a breath calming herself. "Which is precisely why I fell for you in first place thinking how wonderful it was to be with nice guy for a change but never expected that would translate to being with such a freaking girl!" "I know you don't mean that Brooke," said Bryce trying not to overreact but taking it personally holding his chest. "Because after all we've been through together that's really hurtful if you do." "Hurtful? You want to know what's hurtful!" yelled Brooke giving him a shove with two hands. "How the fuck did my boyfriend become his girlfriend? That's fucking hurtful!"