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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Four Before Bryce could utter another sound Brooke stormed off leaving him dejected and late for class. The clicking she didn't hear when he snuck up would now be amplified threefold as down the hall Bryce scurried speed walking in heels. There'd be some giggles and funny looks as he unsuccessfully tried to sneak into homeroom and the slumped in his seat being handed a detention slip. He'd now be in twice as much trouble having to text his coaches as the rehearsal schedule would need to be rearranged due to his initial absence. He'd then have to hear all the comments about him being the diva starlet as he walked in late after detention as they waited for him to arrive. For the next few days he'd show up as he had before looking meticulous and stylish yet each time he'd approach his girlfriend she turn and pay him no mind. Hair like Ariana or style like Kylie could not get Brooke to even comment good or bad as she walked by him like a total bitch. With his calls ignored, his texts unanswered and her cutting him off on social media, he almost wished she'd break it off rather than ghost him as it was wearing on him with his every breath. Even in their few scenes together, she wouldn't look his way and now the whole cast took notice as it was affecting the show. He'd flub a line or mess up a dance step frustrating some of his teachers like he never had before and now it was already Friday with only a week to go before the show. With the school becoming Ridel High that next week and the spotlight being turned up brighter, they couldn't have their star affect the show but unfortunately he was. As he sat alone in the private studio rehearsing his side of the duet he'd be singing Friday night at practice with his coaches in the next room listening they'd suddenly cut him off abruptly. "Ok Bryce let's take a break," said a voice over the speaker. "But I need to get this down," said Bryce concerned. "Let me just do a few more takes." "A few more takes like that won't cut it honey," said Mr. Larsen chiming in from behind the glass. "Take a break and we'll call you back in here once we've made a few adjustments." "What adjustments could you make?" answered Bryce staring through the glass. "This is the part I do solo so I just have to get it right?" "And I thought we did until recently," said his teacher shaking her head. "Just take a break give us a few minutes to have a private conversation and then we'll all re-group." "Oh boy," slumped Bryce taking off his headphones as suddenly the glass room behind him was emptying as they exited. "And therein lies the problem doesn't it?" said Brooke storming in. "So, are you one or aren't you?" "Brooke?" said Bryce holding his chest a trying to stay calm as he hoped out of his chair. "You're speaking to me again?" "Have to or we'll all be screwed?" said Brooke walking over and leaning in on the left and then the right. "Muuugghhh." "Did you just air kiss me?" questioned Bryce caught off guard. "It's what girl's do, and my much too bold lip color would ruin that color you picked today that's so pretty on you and so we're certainly not tarnishing that," said Brooke giving him a little wink and then taking both of his hands staring at him. "So you going to get back to singing like Sandy or you just a boy in a dress again?" "Do you not think I'm trying?" said Bryce looking down. "Look at me Bryce," said Brooke squeezing his hands. "And you tell me?" "Sandy?" nodded Bryce looking into her eyes meekly as she let go. "And I really have been trying but something has just been off." "Yeah your tone and your rhythm but not the rest," said Brooke walking a few steps away and looking him up and down. "And I really liked that outfit you had on yesterday but today...?" It felt wonderful just to see her as he stood with puppy dog eyes as still as a mannequin while she evaluated him. Just as he was all week, the blue eyed blonde was meticulously made up and outfitted in the latest fashion but suddenly felt a wreck being assessed in front of the girl he cared most about. Black pointy closed toed pumps with half inch platforms would instantly elongate his thin legs as they rose into a short flared canary colored skater skirt. Above it a hint of flesh would soon fade into his lacey crop black v-neck long sleeve tunic where his mounds seemed more padded than usual. Sandy's trademark bangs would still front his face yet behind them a high half pony with tumbling ringlets bound by a canary ribbon and a full back of carefully crafted spirals would exhibit quite the contemporary curly girl. His gorgeous long lashes batting in front of his intricate taupe shadow work and thinly lined eyes would show his advancement with cosmetics and a sparkly watermelon gloss would not fail to shine around his apprehensive smile. He flicked a few curls off his shoulders with his long yellow nails before wiggling his wrist to stop the arise of his bracelets but as much as he'd missed her being evaluated like this had him unsure what to say. "Too much?" gulped Bryce not sure how to answer. "Is it ever? So I'm betting you're feeling the hate from everyone that can't rock it since that's way too sexy for school," grinned Brooke flicking her wrist. "But it is a date night Friday so lots of girls are trying just not with those results and that's freaking stunning on you?" "Thank you. I think?" said Bryce shaking his head slowly. "But you didn't come in here to comment on my outfits did you?" "Maybe not?" smirked Brooke giving him a look before circling him gently lifting his streaming high pony momentarily. "But how long did it take you do your hair today since I'm struggling to even see a clip or seam and I assumed you curled all that yourself?" "Haven't slept well lately so I'm not sure exactly how long but let's just say quite a while until I was happy with it," said Bryce flipping around his pony. "I kind of feel really cute with it like this all curled though." "Well you look really pretty with it pulled back and up like that," complimented Brooke before questioning him. "Not like a boy in a dress at all and like the girl we need so where is she exactly?" "She's right here and it's not like I'm not working my ass off," said Bryce frustrated. "You just told me I look really pretty today and did they send you in here to give me a pep talk or something?" "Looks can be deceiving but this is a musical so is she?" questioned Brooke folding her arms and tapping her chin. "And what does it matter as I am here so what's going on?" "I'll be fine," answered Bryce letting out a breath. "I just need to keep practicing!" "Really, because seemed like he was singing 'Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee' and not her," said Brooke putting her hand on her hips. "And he might be a good singer but no matter how much you practice that's not going to work." "Painted these nails again and curled all this hair so don't you think I know," said Bryce frustrated tossing up his hands and then taking a breath. "I...I.... just have to keep up my focus." "Which you were doing really well at until recently princess?" said Brooke raising her tone. "It was amazing how well you became that girl that you still obviously are so is it just that I fucked with your head?" "You cut me off like I never existed," groaned Bryce looking ready to break down. "Yup," said Brooke staring at him sternly. "Hurtful isn't it?" "Very," said Bryce trying not to get emotional. "But I've never tried to hurt you Brooke. I wouldn't!" "You? Best you could do is scratch my eyes out these days so I know you wouldn't but that doesn't make it hurt any less," joked Brooke before getting tough on him again. "And good! Get emotional as that's what girls do so fucking channel that and sing like one again." "Singing certain songs remind me of you so it's hard when I'm singing them and all I want is my girlfriend back," said Bryce wiping a stray tear. "All those duets we practiced together! All that time with you and me alone singing yet now you won't even look at me." "Oh please, I just did! And you may never get her back if you fuck this up for us and ruin the show," said Brooke with some attitude. "Now pull it together because until this is over, we're going to be girlfriends like any other girls so deal with it." "I know but we haven't even been that lately since you ghosted me," wept Bryce as a tear dripped before wiping his cheek. "I miss you." "And I miss wanting to rip your clothes off but all I want to do now is rip your dick off and not in a kinky sexual way so grow a set and be the girl we need you to be," said Brooke pulling a tissue from her purse. "Now wipe your eyes and get your shit together this instant!" "I'm sorry," nodded Bryce taking a deep breath. "I am." "Good because I'm breaking up with you just like they've wanted all along," said Brooke taking a deep breath. "So, if you want to really date Ralph then go ahead." "No you're not, and I've never wanted to date him," said Bryce grasping at her arm as she turned away. "Please don't say things like that." "Why not?" said Brooke pushing her hand off him. "The whole school thinks you two look perfect together." "Because all they know is what they see and that's by design," said Bryce stepping in front of her not letting her walk off. "Now I still want to be your boyfriend so don't do this and I'm not letting you! We're both going to have some free time this weekend that we can spend together to fix things. Just you and me ok?" "Really? When is that exactly!" said Brooke shaking her head. "This is the last weekend before the show and the school switches over so is packed with rehearsals and cast events!" "I know but uuummm," mumbled Bryce thinking. "I have Saturday morning free! We could have brunch." "Would have been nice but I have the salon and my perm," said Brooke looking into his eyes as she lifted the ends of her bob disgusted as she looked at it. "You forget that's when this pink bob gets turned into poufy big hair like my grandmother had for Saturday night." "You'll still be just as beautiful and crap I forgot," said Bryce softly touching her hair. "Saturday night even if it's really late then!" "How?" said Brooke pulling down his hand intermingling their fingers. "We'll all be at the staged dance where you'll be on his arm and stuck with him in character for the backstory. You'll barely have a second to yourself let alone time after for me." "Stuck in a big dress missing my girlfriend though?" winked Bryce rubbing her fingers. "Maybe we could sneak off for a little while?" "Where could you be sneaking off to like that?" said Brooke rolling her eyes at him as she stoked his fingers as well now. "I realize this is new for you, but you think you're running off anywhere in a dress too big to fit the janitors closet without anyone noticing?" "I guess not," grinned Bryce shrugging his shoulders. "But I'm trying here!" "I know you are," nodded Brooke letting go of his hand softly touching his face. "Wait? Maybe Sunday in the morning before we have the cast brunch?" "I wish," said Bryce slumping as he realized it. "Sunday's my turn. Root touch up, new highlights and my final trim as these bangs are getting shortened. Sunday I really turn into Sandy and not just some schoolgirl moving forward." "And why my current boyfriend runs on batteries until this is over! Now sing like I know my new girlfriend can!" laughed Brooke before lowering her voice trying to sound manly. "Summer lovin', had me a blast!" "What you're my duet partner all of a sudden?" smirked Bryce shaking his head. "And that's not how I sound!" "Not the one you sung with in my living room! No!" laughed Brooke before trying to go even deeper with her voice. "And you sure you don't because lately it's been pretty bad!" "Still not that bad," objected Bryce. "Then show me!" said Brooke before using her lame deep voice again. "Now I'm the dude so let's go.... Summer lovin', had me a blast!" "Summer lovin', happened so fast," Sung Bryce without much enthusiasm. "Higher bitch," teased Brooke elbowing him making her voice deep. "Can't!" This is too weird," laughed Bryce playfully shoving her back. "Just close your eyes and picture me as Danny then do it," said Brooke lowering her voice again and elbowing him again. "I met a girl crazy for meeeeee." "Fine?" groaned Bryce playing it up. "Met a boy cute as can beeeeee!" "See that's our girl! That's perfect!" said Brooke with a big smile. "That sounds more like Sandy and I knew you could do it." "Of course I could do it but about us Brooke?" said Bryce popping open his frustrated. "We never finished figuring out when we could sneak in some time. Please let's just do that." "The only time we'll have to get intimate is to sing the dirty version like we do when my mom's not home," giggled Brooke before singing. SUMMER LOVIN' HAD ME A BLAST!... go ahead let's hear it because we both know you know every word." "SUMMER LOVIN'..HE CAME TO FAST," sang Bryce trying not to laugh. "That was mean making me do that." "But eerily like our last time blondie," laughed Brooke before singing. "I MET A GIRL WHO WENT DOWN ON HER KNEE'S." "MET A BOY WHO WAS HUNG LIKE A TREE," sang Bryce slapping himself in the head turning beat red having to sing that "Yeah you certainly did lately didn't you pretty girl," teased Brooke cracking herself up. "Not funny and I wouldn't know," Complained Bryce. "Oh come on?" laughed Brooke pushing further singing. "TELL ME MORE, TELL ME MORE! DID YOU FUCK IN HIS CAR?" "Ok enough!" huffed Bryce not amused. "WE MADE OUT.... SHE SUCKED MY COCK!" sang Brooke pretending to grab her crotch and then making a fucking motion like she was hammering him. "THEN WE FUCKED.... TILL' 2 O'CLOCK." "Stop Brooke," said Bryce visibly upset. "This isn't funny anymore." "You mean because hits close to home and wonderfully points out our problems," said Brooke putting her hands on her hips before singing. "Especially this part?... IT TURNED SOFTER SHE said... AH NUTS! ...SO I ROLLED HER OVER AND STUCK IT IN HER BU...UUTT!" "None of that is happening," yelled Bryce tossing up his hands. "You're my girlfriend and I love you and I don't want to sing anymore of this version of the song as a girl. Now enough!" "And that's the thing? I love you too, but I also had enough so let's just sing the real version and you know this part near the end of the actual song," said Brooke very calmly before singing again. "It turned colder, that's where it endssss. So I told her we'd still be friendssss.. Now focus on your singing or don't? You're choice but this is where it ends!" "Focus on my singing and the lyrics or focus on being confused whether or not you just broke up with me again," said Bryce confused. "Exactly! Since that's all we are until this is done because if you mess this up for me..." paused Brooke folding her arms. "Us breaking up will be the least of your worries because I will stab you in the back and take the role I should have had in the first place. Now sing it like you mean it bitch!" "You wouldn't do that?" said Bryce not believing her. "Already did," said Brooke stepping back away from him shaking her head. "What do you think the teachers are huddling on right now?" "To replace me?" said Bryce grabbing his chest. "Hell of a lot easier to replace the pink haired bitch while they still can before it's too late and I'd much rather dye my hair blonde then get a perm?" said Brooke staring at him trying not to lose control. "I can't believe you?" said Bryce grabbing his face with both hands miffed. "Don't need to," said Brooke looking at the door as it opened. "Here they come and they'll be telling you themselves Ralphie's girl." "Oh my gawwdd!" Screamed Bryce as she walked past him. "Mr. Larsen and Mrs. Abel," said Brooke storming past them. "Whatever you decide I'm ready and on board with." "I thought you would be," grinned Mrs. Abel smirking at Brooke exited. "We'll call you later Brooke and hello Miss Barbato." "Hi," gulped Bryce instantly worried feeling his palm grow sweaty. "Hello Bryce," said Mr. Larsen walking towards him. "Please give us a minute as we really need to talk?" "Brooke told me sir but please don't give up on me," groveled Bryce standing at attention. "I'll work harder! Longer and it be fine!" "It's never been your work ethic that's been an issue honey," said Mrs. Abel coming over now as well. "You need to sing with all your heart every time and it seems yours is broken! Seems you're letting things affect it that we can't allow." "I know I have and I'm trying not to," Admitted Bryce looking down at the floor. "But it's just been a bit harder on me than I expected." "Of course it has! You're the sensitive type dear," said Mr. Larsen touching his shoulder. "Which is part of why we thought you'd do well at this but it seems to also be your downfall." "And why we're making a change Bryce," said Mrs. Abel turning cold. "I'm sorry honey." "Pease don't!" pleaded Bryce. "I can do this!" "And so did we?" said Mr. Larsen letting out a breath. "You think we want to make a change after all we've invested?" "Exactly!" pleaded Bryce stepping back and counting off on his fingers. "You'd have to redo all the backstage material, all the promos, photos and really everything!.... And just because I've had a few vocal hiccups." "Vocal hiccups that will make or break the show and everyone's hard work!" answered Mrs. Abel looking at him sternly. "Vocal Hiccups Brooke won't have." "Since she's a real girl?" said Bryce holding back some tears. "Or since she won't let a relationship stand in her way?" "Honestly?" said Mrs. Abel looking him dead in the face. "Both!" "No kidding since she just broke up with me," said Bryce letting out a huff and sucking in some mucus. "Finally!" said Mrs. Abel holding her chest. "I mean sorry about that dear." "Like any of you really are?" snapped Bryce with some attitude getting right back in her face. "Then make us sorry we're about to fire you since that's the bitchy fire inside you I've been waiting for?" grinned Mrs. Abel not even flinching. "Wait?" said Bryce still pissed. "So you made her do that to light a fire under my ass, or did she really try to screw me out of my part?" "One last chance to sing the song like a diva and be the girl not just the entire cast but your boyfriend needs you to be," said Mrs. Abel tapping her watch. "Starting now so let's hear it Sandy!" "Thank you so much and you won't be sorry so here goes!" said Bryce feeling a sense of relief and taking a breath about to belt a tune before pausing. "But before I sing for you? What's the answer?" "The answer is... are you going to be the girl we unanimously recruited or not?" said Mrs. Abel getting tough. "So who gives a shit? Now sing please or don't? Because do you think I have time for this princess!" "Singing like the diva you selected," winked Bryce striking a pose before singing in his girliest voice and holding the notes showing off his voice. "Summer dreams ripped at the seammmmmsss..But, oooo...oooooh..Thoooooose suuuuuuummer Niiiiiights!" "Good girl," nodded Mrs. Abel before patting his arm. "Now that's the voice we've been missing." "I know and I'm sorry but she's back," said Bryce standing with confidence. "And stronger than ever." "Good because we like strong women," said Mrs. Abel staring him down. "So, are you one finally?" "In these heels and this outfit in my own school on a casual Friday with every guy staring at me? Feel like I always was though," said Bryce looking her dead in the face. "But yes Mrs. Abel." "And apparently single now Miss Barbato?" said Mrs. Abel folding her arms. "You going to tell Ralph that you and Brooke broke up." "Hasn't affected anything between us previously and it won't," said Bryce tilting his neck looking at his nails. "But you really think it matters to him or I need to?" "The way he looks at you already? Doubtful? Plus the cast knows everything around here anyway," smiled Mrs. Abel before getting serious lecturing. "But never let me doubt you or the girl I need for even a second again or you're out! Understand me missy?" "Not sure?" smirked Bryce twirling one of his curls around his finger. "You made this missy a shy little blonde you know?" "But far from a dingy blonde but then let me say it slow," said Mrs. Abel getting very serious. "Fuck up again like that regardless of the reason and you're out!" "Fuck my boyfriend while I'm out?" smirked Bryce before shaking his head playing the dumb blonde before flicking his wrist at her. "Just like Sandy I'm really not that kind of girl so excuse my language please, but this girl will not lose focus again and you'll never again even give a thought to me being out as your lead actress except out with my hunky boyfriend all weekend making you proud! We good now?" "Well you have done well at that so far but you'll still have to do better so the proof will be in the pudding girl," grinned Mrs. Abel. "But yes." "Then I'll start by getting my puddin's tonsils in synch with mine," winked Bryce nodding his head and composing himself. "Because no shot am I screwing this up over a girl." Out of the small sound studio walked Bryce like a woman on a mission marching down the hall. With most of the students in sneakers or flats the click of his spikey heels on the vinyl floor would turn every head away from their lockers or private conversations. He'd stroll right past Brooke who was chatting with a few girlfriends like she never existed and step right in front of a few boys engaged in a meaningless sports debate with Ralph. "There you are?" smiled Bryce batting his lashes. "Ready babe?" "Ready?" said Ralph a bit surprised. "To rehearse our duet? So are you not my partner who should be stretching those tonsils with me by now cozied up in the studio or you standing me up today?" said Bryce putting his hands on his hips scrunching his cheeks. "Because you think I look like the type of girl who should be kept waiting?" "Holy crap," "said Ralph biting his lip. "What's gotten into you today, and never?" "Nothing yet but maybe I am ready to get started?" winked Bryce touching his arm. "So the question is are you?" "Are you flirting with me?" said Ralph as a grin filled his face. "Instead of you flirting with me?" grinned Bryce before turning his back starting to walk away. "I'm an actress and meet me in the studio. You really think to get what I want, that I need to?" "Damnnnn... you look so hot today and I so want to kiss you?" groaned Ralph grabbing his arm not letting him strut off. "Just today?" said Bryce giving Ralph a snide look as he was being restrained from walking off. "And for the backstory that they aren't filming at the moment or a different reason?" "You damn well know why?" said Ralph realizing his grip touching him softly now. "But I couldn't let you just do that?" smiled Bryce moving closer sliding his nails across Ralph's chest through his shirt. "Yet if it was because we haven't worked on those scenes maybe as much as we should? And we so need the practice don't we?" "So much!" drooled Ralph tasting Bryce's minty breath it was so close. "And rumor has you're totally available now aren't you?" "Word does travel fast around here," smiled Bryce rolling his eyes and glancing towards Brooke who was not looking his way. "But not as fast as Brooke's big mouth blabbing to the cast five minutes ago," grinned Ralph. "So is it true?" "Or gossip so much faster," smiled Bryce twisting his hair around his finger and then playfully sliding it across the bridge of Ralph's nose. "Our lips will be close singing into that big mic in the private studio and that might be a good place to practice but if you really can't wait?.... Maybe I am unattached at the moment, so your move, co-star." "My move," huffed Ralph stunned as tickle across his nose ended. "Seriously!" "Or mine," leaned in Bryce initiating a soft kiss. What started as soft soon got intense as Ralph pulled him in tight. It would be an instant scene in the school hallways as it quickly got steamy before Bryce pulled back his lips after a minute or so. He'd glance around seeing all the stunned faces yet pay them no mind and reach up touching Ralph's face ever so gently. "And to use your own words," said Bryce wiping his lipstick from the rim of Ralph's mouth. "We are finally getting there and faster aren't we?" "Oh yeah!" sighed Ralph not wanting it to end. "That was...." "Better than all the staged kisses or ones you tricked me into," grinned Bryce leaning in again. "So much better!" said Ralph kissing him back again. "But we still need practice?" said Bryce opening his pocketbook and unscrewing his lip gloss cap. "And I can't wait to practice," mumbled Ralph turned on by Bryce coating his lips. "I can do better! "A girl can hope can't she?" winked Bryce tossing it back in his bag. "You just say when and where?" stared Ralph loving the glisten as Bryce rubbed his lips together. "The studio in 5 minutes while I go freshen up before my curls flop since we've got a long day together that starts with you ready to perfect our duet or do whatever else I tell you to do," said Bryce pulling the ends of his hair tightening the scrunchie on his pony fussing. "And am I not your date all weekend?" "Always were and but does that mean you're truly my girlfriend now?" questioned Ralph mesmerized by the girl flipping her curls off her shoulders. "Liked I've wanted you to be all along?" "You finally actually asking me out?" questioned Bryce looking at him side-eyed with his big blue eyes testing him. "Didn't know I should have and if that's all I thought it took would have done that two weeks ago?" said Ralph almost pleading. "Oh it's going to take way more than that to be more than just my stage boyfriend," smiled Bryce softly planting one last kiss before turning his back and holding up 5 fingers. "5 minutes ready to air out every inch of those tonsils but don't keep me waiting." As he strutted down the corridor with all eyes on his ass, he could see Brooke just shake her head at him as he walked past her. "Happy now," snarled Bryce as he walked past her. "No, I'm not happy now you bitch," snipped back Brooke. "But still all your fault and maybe I am?" grinned Bryce getting in the last word. It would be Bryce this time that turned a cold shoulder on her as off he went to freshen up. As he got to the studio to rehearse, he knew he had created a monster seeing Ralph awaiting him with a huge lump in his pants. He had opened the flood gates that he knew could no longer close trying to get him to focus on their music yet having to reward Ralph after each take's success or failure. Thankfully there were staff and teachers behind the glass or no matter how transparent it was it could have never allowed their vocal chords to utter anything worth recording. At least their lips close as they sang into one microphone would prevent the entanglement of tongues but not keep Ralph from being handsy. It was the price that Bryce now would fully pay as he'd slowly become exactly who Brooke feared. The Friday night rehearsal on stage would be just a respite from Ralph's grasp but far from it from the whispers as the gossip was non-stop. It was Bryce that could almost no longer look at the girl he longed for as instead he had slipped not just into her desired part but as her ex's desire. His Friday night date outfit would go perfectly as he was taken dancing in a teen club by his horny boyfriend away from the cast. The solitude or the outfit would provide no barrier though from the lump in Ralph's pants as Bryce was pulled to sit on Ralph's lap in a tight corner booth making out. The only good news would be there would be nothing Ralph could squeeze above the waist that would illicit a reaction on either one of them but of course Ralph would be already on full mast. His hands wandering under Bryce's skirt where they shouldn't be, would make them both uneasy yet not stop Ralph's touch as Bryce would need to constantly push them away. Curfew would be their saving grace as they both weren't sure where this was headed or what were the bases. When one would want to speak the other knew it would be easier to suck face then discuss the elephant in the room yet the trunk on Ralph pushed against any barrier it could. It would be safe though from harm as long as it stayed inside those trousers and with them both not knowing what they should do and Bryce wanting not part of touching it? It did. Goodnight kisses would be much more welcome to Bryce and then a last peck in the uber before he hopped out, weary of his mother peeking out the window catching him. After a good night's sleep due to pure exhaustion, that next Saturday would be all business. Tons of rehearsals on many scenes, studio time with other actors and then his time with Ronnie and a stylist getting ready for the big night would make his boyfriend time limited. It would be the last big staged event before the school became Ridel for the week and Bryce and Ralph the pre-elected king and queen of the dance. Out of his outfit he stripped down to just his panties as instructed and into her elevated chair he went quickly draped in a cape. After an hour in the makeup chair in his dressing room being double teamed having his face done and sections of hair rolled, back went his chair slightly as the initial weight caught him off guard. He had been pre-warned that a larger faux breast to fill out the dress would be used and that it would be different than what would normally be stuffed in his bra. Being glued with his chin pointed forward while having some extensions pinned in would be annoying yet not the worst thing in theater. Weirder would be staring down at cleavage as in went countless pre-styled wefts until finally they seemed adhered and lifted his legs as on went his stockings. Next a white bustier would be unclipped and be placed down wide open over his ribs as Ronnie cupped his prosthetics before as they sat him up straight again. As he was told to carefully to get to his feet with Ronnie's hand's holding the bustier in place and never leaving his chest, behind him his assistant began closing the clasps. Little by little Bryce's new support system was now buckled in place and once the last eyelet hook was fastened a cinching like he couldn't have imagined would follow to shock his system. Never had his body felt so constricted and his ribs felt so crushed as the air left his lungs. It was almost like he couldn't breathe yet that was all they had him do in and out before the tugging at his laces finally stopped. When finally it was in place its mass seemed stunning cupped in his bustier corset but his glance would only be momentary as Ronnie pushed up on his chin needing to get back to work. He'd soon look only forward as the air brushing at more cleavage than he could have imagined was being created while his assistant began un- rolling his head. Clouds of hairspray would keep his eyes closed while Ronnie contoured and blended false into real as down came every roller as they stretched his crown teasing. A height his character's hair never garnered before or a cup size she never required would soon be on the evening agenda as he'd have to stand at attention until more pins than he could count vanished from a container scratching inside his scalp. One final douse of heavy spray would force his eyes closed while Ronnie clipped on a necklace before he'd be asked to hold a shoulder as they strapped him inside his shoes. Once in his heels he'd gingerly step into his panties before garter straps would be attached to the bustier bottom before being fastened to his hose. He was now more made up and costumed than Sandy would be in the show as down went a mass of fabric in front of him as Ronnie knelt with his dress open tapping his left ankle to lift it. With cautious step of his left stiletto inside not to catch on the fabric would follow the right shoe before up rose an enormous dress. A sparkly boned bodice attached to a ball skirt looked certain to at least preclude a big boner getting close during a dance or a kiss as Bryce stood still being fastened in. "Not exactly what you expected to wear to your prom this year is it Bryce?" joked Ronnie cautiously zipping him part of the way up. "Then good thing this isn't my prom," laughed Bryce trying not to move with Ronnie hands inside the back of his dress now. "No it's just for the cameras and media but still a fancy dance so it's almost like one," laughed Ronnie fastening the two little eyelets hooks above the zipper. "But you meant because you girls these days would rather wear something tight and more revealing than a big ballroom type dress to yours didn't you?" "Yeah not what I meant," said Bryce shaking his head holding his face in his palm. "I meant because I will not be the girl at the prom." "You sure because I've heard things finally changed for the better like they should have from the start," said Ronnie feeling the fit from behind and undoing the hooks again. "Now slowly spin because I only have it snugged at the waist and face me darling." "You mean with Brooke?" answered Bryce slowly turning until he was looking Ronnie dead in the face. "Yeah that's complicated and I'm sure you're pleased about that." "I get no pleasure from your heartache sweetie and don't move please," said Ronnie peeling back the dress's left cup slightly sticking a piece of doubles sided tape inside the left cup. "But I will if my boss has me dress you again when it is prom time as you've already got the tight little dancer's body that could pull off one of those tight dresses and now finally got the boobs to wear a gown like that." "Which I'm pretty sure are just for today aren't they?" said Bryce as she slipped a piece of tape in the right cup now before pressing. "And look ridiculously real." "Unfortunately yes and thank you honey," said Ronnie pushing at them. "Mrs. Abel wanted you in a dress to make a statement so we needed a nice D to it fill out but that's about the size you should get once you're ready." "Ready?" said Bryce moving body astonished watching them jiggle a little. "Still just a boy playing a girl so not happening." "That seems enamored with what she could probably get the studio to fund for her if she plays her cards right," winked Ronnie before turning his hips and re-zipping the back again fastening the hooks. "Be still please now that we have you all taped so I can make sure nothing shows that shouldn't while I close you up." "Which is not on the agenda!" complained Bryce as she turned his hips again. "And weren't you the one that when I asked if I was a girl now the first time I saw myself in one said no." "Well you weren't then but you're an amazing student," said Ronnie reaching up changing his earring on the left. "But things are different now from when I first dressed you aren't they?" "Yeah?" Cringed Bryce as she add the right side earring. "I'm a better actress but it's still a bit tender when you change my earrings!" "Since we should have waited to change these but couldn't," giggled Ronnie screwing on the back to the post. "Just like you couldn't wait to become the girl I'm proud you have and dump that nasty bitch who's been holding you back." "That wasn't me! It was her that dumped me and I still think it's all of you that may have put her up to that!" yelled Bryce as his assistant was spraying his hair from behind. "You think I really wanted to break up and she was holding me back?" "Like she hasn't been jealous of the part, how gorgeous she never imagined you'd be or the boyfriend she never deserved?" Lectured Ronnie adding a touch of shimmer to his cheek bones. "Yeah I think secretly you're glad it's over so you won't feel guilty about what you've wanted all along!" "I may have wanted a lead role but never the rest of this," said Bryce allowing her to add a little glitter. "Didn't look that way from the video of you and that stud yesterday when it appears you were the quite the aggressor," teased Ronnie shaking a finishing spray. "Eyes close to set your face. You know the drill." "After some things happened that shouldn't have and were all my fault..." huffed Bryce with his eyes closed pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I kind of had to be or I might not be here at all today." "With a hot boyfriend wrapped round your finger and a bright future," smiled Ronnie flexing his brows. "Well done you little vixen." "You really think I'm the kind of girl that set all that up?" said Bryce rolling his eyes as Ronnie dug through his makeup case. "Maybe not just yet honey but I made sure you'd be in a lip color that won't kiss off so have fun tonight," laughed Ronnie before lecturing as he touched up his lip gloss. "And just so you know... not many girls that make it in this business are even close to as sweet or caring as you are or anywhere as nice as the real life Sandy who we all admire.... so?" "So don't blow my chance?" grinned Bryce hugging him. "Thank you so much, and I get it but I don't plan to." "Good but maybe there is something else maybe you should blow," winked Ronnie air kissing his cheeks. "Because I know if it was me I'd be all over that hunk you're finally dating." "Goodbye Ronnie," smirked Bryce rolling his eyes as him walking off. "Just saying?" laughed Ronnie shrugging his shoulders.