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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Five Out of the room walked Bryce ever so cautiously taking each step in a dress that almost touched both sides of the corridor. He was dressed to capture everyone's attention and he knew it in bubble gum pink ballroom gown and glamorous sparkly jewelry. Flawlessly made up with an extremely intricate half up half down hairdo perfectly crafted to dazzle and lifted in a perfect pouf before it exploded in loose curls, it was meticulously pre-arranged seemingly awaiting his tiara. It was a foregone conclusion that he and his date would be the dance queen and king for the backstory but now this would be no hallway flirtation or out of site date as everyone now knew they were an item. Down the quiet hall went Bryce in an elaborate crystal beaded pink ballroom gown with a basque waistline and floral glittered appliques that continued to the huge tulle ball skirt. Its mid-open lace up back covered in lifted blonde curls three quarters of the way down his back would spring with each click of his concealed stilettos under the dress causing a slight distraction but that would be minor next to his dresses' eye- popping feature. While designed to give him a princess-like charm with a big silk bow in the back, he was instead memorized by the sight of his amble boobs wavering inside the sweetheart neckline of its form-fitting bodice. Sparkly stiletto nails in a coral pink would pick up on the pink the glitter and intricate pastel shadows behind catlike liner that framed his crystal blue eyes. A fuchsia lip gloss and highlighted cheek bone would shine as bright as his drop diamond earrings as every light would reflect off him. With his character's trademark bangs curled back and teased, a delicate pouf arose behind his forehead framed by two small twists at each side. Once the twits reached the back they adjoined turning into a large blonde rose flower made of his own hair behind his head. Beneath the ornamental hair flower, thick lifted curls cascaded in layers until they almost reached his waistline and even after dressing for two plus weeks now he barely recognized himself. From a boyfriend enamored with a girl he treated like a princess, he had instead accepted being the princess himself for his own boyfriend, for all to see. Out of the small corridor he turned down the main hall to the school gym he walked where the staged dance would be held as all eyes would be upon him as he turned towards its interior entrance. "Oh gawwwddd," grumbled Bryce talking to himself seeing the looks from the other cast members as he was obviously dressed to outshine them. "Well this shouldn't be too awkward?" He was unquestionably the belle of the ball in a starring role even off stage yet after a few days of struggles and whispers he might be replaced, the girl the others girls greeted with dirty looks. He was truly not one of them and never expected he might be yet he'd been nothing but a sweetheart to each and every actress. Whether they supported him or hated on him previously, he never changed yet today not a single girl would seem very friendly. "Hey guys," said Bryce trying to break the ice as the girls chatted. "This should be fun tonight right?" "Guys?" snarled Gracie. "Speak for yourself or I guess you can't in that dress can you princess?" "No," giggled Bryce flicking his wrist. "Ridiculous isn't it?" "Isn't everything around here?" said Marcy rolling her eyes at him. "Pretty much?" acknowledged Bryce softly smiling and making conversation. "And I love your nails Gracie. Just freaking gorgeous with that dress." "Which looks like shit next to your dress?" grumbled Gracie grasping the ends of her skirt for a moment before letting it flutter back down. "But thanks I guess." "Of course it doesn't and I love that color on you Marcy," said Bryce trying again to be sweet touching her sleeve. "What a great choice." "Like I picked it?" sighed Marcy with some attitude. "You pick your outfit Barbie?" "No," giggled Bryce. "But I bet you picked the boobs you wish you had?" joked Gracie. "Didn't and don't of course," smiled Bryce running his finger inside the cleavage. "Supposedly they're just for effect and to fill out the dress." "Mission accomplished then bimbo in training," joked Marcy. "Again ridiculous," giggled Bryce taking it in stride. "I know but not my choice." "How about the slut wear you've been teasing the boys in lately?" snapped Gracie. "That I'm sure you picked didn't you blondie?" "Slut wear?" gulped Bryce horrified as quickly the jokes and sarcastic remarks grew nasty. "I think you have the wrong idea Gracie." "Do I? Heels and a mini skirt on casual Friday and now this?" said Gracie flicking her index finger nail at him with some attitude. "You're seriously saying that's in that wardrobe when we were in jeans and now frumpy dresses next to what you're wearing?" "Yes!" responded Bryce horrified. "And I think you girls look amazing not frumpy so don't you think I'd rather be in a short dress to?" "For a different reason?" snarled Gracie. "There's no different reason!" objected Bryce. "I don't pick anything around here as you know." "Except the boys you shack up with?" said Gracie giving him a dirty look. "Right?" "What does that mean?" said Bryce with one hand on his hip snapping a nail at her. "Like you don't know?" said Gracie annoyed. "We all know you dumped our friend so you could fuck your co-star." "First of all she dumped me, you are all my co-stars and we are not doing anything like that!" Defended Bryce. "Only because he's probably not sure where to stick it yet?" laughed Marcy wiggling her neck delivering major attitude. "And not what I heard?" "What did you hear then?" said Bryce looking her dead in the face. "Because that's the truth!" "That this whole good girl act is bullshit and I'm not sure I believe you anyway?" said Marcy rolling her eyes at him. "Me either so if you didn't yet I guess it's because maybe she's saving it for after he crowns the queen?" chimed in Gracie turning her back addressing Marcy letting out a huff. "How freaking romantic?" "Why would I lie about that and I am a good girl?" fumed Bryce tossing up his hands. "I mean when I'm not a boy which of course I am!" "If you were then you wouldn't have fucked my friend over and if you're not full of shit then I guess the good girl's virginity is safe for another night because it's going to be tough under all this fabric? answered Gracie folding her arms at him. "Hope you have enough batteries at home girlfriend." "I don't need batteries and don't have things like that," huffed Bryce. "Still a boy under here!" "Meaning if you haven't done anal which I doubt?.... I'm sure like any other boys that love cock I'm sure he'll start by sticking it right your bimbo mouth?" scolded Marcy pointing her finger in his face. "Huuuuuggghhhhhh!" sighed Bryce holding his chest offended. "Although I'm still betting that's just a starter for you, you phony bitch and if Ralph hasn't yet found a way to hammer your skinny pin cushion ass and fucking hard!" paused Marcy. "I'm sure he'll figure out where to stick it soon?" "Oh he knows where to stick it," smirked Brooke walking over. "And I appreciate you girls sticking up for me but I believe they need us inside so let's not be the ones to piss off the crew holding things up by showing up late like someone else we know or when they feel like it." Bryce was steaming underneath but decided to keep his cool holding his tongue and not stoop to their level as off they strutted. As much as he wanted to scream, he just stood mortified feeling jilted as already Brooke had turned her back on him. It was never his idea to be more intimate with Ralph as she was the one that had him stop fighting him off as all he was trying to do was whatever it took to handle this temporary period as a believable and credible actress. "Hey there's my queennnn!" hurried over Ralph still tying his tie. "Whoaaaaa!" "Eyes up here and it's silicon just for effect so get your mind right!" snarled Bryce. "And quite effective," gulped Ralph struggling not to look before shaking off the gaze. "Been looking all over for you?" "And realistic so please don't stare but looking where?" snapped Bryce annoyed with his hands on his hips. "Been standing right here where we were told to meet and it's not like I could hide from anyone in this dress!" "Which looks stunning on you babe," said Ralph leaning down planting a soft kiss that he didn't want to break and wiggling his fingers between Bryce's. "And sorry if I was late." "I'm sure you are but that doesn't make up for it," said Bryce still upset squeezing his date's hand with some pressure. "If we're late they'll blame me. If my lips are smeared they'll blame me and we'll have to do another take. Shit!!.. if anything happens they'll blame me." "No one's blaming you?" said Ralph lifting his hand kissing it. "Relax they haven't even called for us yet! It'll be fine." "Will it?" said Bryce pulling away his hand opening his purse. "Pretty sure it will and this is supposed to be fun!" said Ralph while Bryce was looking at his lips in his compact. "It's just a dance thing where all the girls are supposed to be happy and acting like they are having a good time? Aren't they?" "Happy yes," said Bryce. "But not so sure they're happy with me." "Why?" questioned Ralph. "What did you do?" "Nothing I thought I wasn't supposed to do?" sighed Bryce letting out a breath. "Except maybe that one thing after last night I was thinking you might want to do?" joked Ralph. "Doubtful since I'm still not sure I should have done what we did or why you'd even want to off stage!" said Bryce shaking his head in his hands. "Now get you mind out of the gutter and have you not noticed anything else?" "That maybe the other girls are jealous about how beautiful you turned out to be or better yet who you get to kiss?" laughed Ralph flexing his brows. "Half right? Since they're in half the dress I am?" answered Bryce. "Did you not notice we might be a bit overdressed next to everyone else?" "You know I didn't?" thought Ralphie scrunching his cheeks. "Men never do?" sighed Bryce stretching his nails staring at them. "Noticed you were in a short skirt and heels again in rehearsal though today?" joked Ralph. "Yeah less you notice?" said Bryce rolling his eyes. "But while I'm dressed like Cinderella and they're in skirts or regular dresses nothing seems off to you?" "Well now that you mention it?" smirked Ralph thinking. "But I thought everyone that I saw looked great." "But not like they were showing up the other girls stealing the show?" questioned Bryce dropping his head on Bryce's shoulder. "You're playing Sandy," said Ralph putting his arm around him comforting him. "You're supposed to garner all the attention and steal the show." "Or not let anyone steal it from me after all I've been through or how hard I worked now?" Frowned Bryce enjoying the soft rubbing at his back. "Right?" "Which they can't since you've earned it," said Ralph turning lifting his chin off his shoulder looking into his eyes. "Kind of can't," smirked Bryce. "Can they?" "And I'm supposed to get the girl," grinned Ralph. "Aren't I?" "Like I could forget?" snarled Bryce sarcastically. "Then I'm getting her," said Ralph leaning in as they began kissing and it got hot and heavy. "Well played co-star," smiled Bryce kissing him back again and looping his arm inside Ralph's positioning himself by his side. "But I thought you already did." They'd walk off to the Directors as couples who were now getting everyone lined up in order to head inside. The co-stars would of course be last and at the back of the line as they waited their turn to be announced into the dance. With Brooke just a few girls ahead of him on the arm of another man, he wanted to jump out of place and talk to her but knew he couldn't and shouldn't. The feelings he was concerned before all this began about her with another guy were stuck in his head even though he was the one in the odd relationship. He wondered if there was truly someone else and maybe that's what caused her actions as she was always the most popular girl in school and never without a boyfriend. Even in this weird relationship with Ralph where Bryce had immersed himself into being a woman it still always felt like acting no matter how steamy things got. In would go couple after couple now before finally they walked in together to a round of applause. Under the spotlight he was instantly the belle of the ball and to center stage they'd go joining all the others couples for their first dance. Staged slow dances would result in directed kisses and slightly faster swing dances having him flipped around. Being both outstanding dancers for boys with lots of practice they looked perfect together as Ralph would need no direction showing off his skills as the lead's love interest. He'd spin around his girl during every dance as she clung helplessly in the big dress that needed her focus and spin around his tongue even more for the camera as they would be the deepest most defenseless kisses yet for all the school to see. What Bryce hoped would be back story filler worried about how his parent or grandparents would view this when they they'd watch the show, seemed a bit too public and something he'd rather not explain. For the macho Ralph that was still kissing another from the same gender, things appeared to be really getting out of hand as to Ralph it was like he had completely forgotten it was Bryce under the big dress. Fake applause, the staged crowning of the dance king and queen and pre- choreographed romantic dance alone would only make things worse as Bryce was told to make the climax kiss looking incredible. Fake high school sweethearts directed to be in love had been embarrassing enough for two weeks now yet not too difficult as the girl he'd been trained to be did what she was told. When the dramatic kiss finally broke and their main parts were over Bryce almost felt like he couldn't breathe, seeing its reaction from his on looking classmates. With some having a chuckle and others stunned, things were now quite passionate and intense. The role and the scholarship had made all this discomfort worthwhile but the tug on his emotions had him ready to piss his panties. While Ralph wanted to just hold his girl with his arm around him showing the world Bryce was his possession, Bryce's eyes couldn't stop looking at Brooke or feeling guilt. "Back in a minute ok?" said Bryce as he pushed Ralph's arm off him. "Like I don't see you looking at her and I thought it was over?" said Ralph noticing grabbing his hand before he could walk off. "Did you not ask me out and did I not say ok?" said Bryce squeezing his hand. "Damn right you did!" said Ralph squeezing it back harder. "And I'm a girl so I get to have emotions and feel bad about certain things," said Bryce wrapping his wrists around Ralph's neck looking into his eyes. "Don't I?" "I guess," said Ralph "But..." "But..Sssshhh," sighed Bryce putting his finger over Ralph's lips halting his complaining. "Now I just have to pee and today might be for the production but you forget about last night?" "That was hot wasn't it?" said Ralph touching his face softly. "Steamy?" said Bryce batting his lashes at him then pecking a kiss. "It's over. Feel better now." "Almost," said Ralph glancing towards Brooke making sure she saw as he initiated another kiss and not allowing Bryce to break it so easily. "And I bet even in that huge dress the way we've kissed tonight you know exactly what I feel." "Yeah," acknowledged Bryce. "Now can I go pee or you rather feel what I've got too?" "Jezzzz! Fucking mood breaker!" grimaced Ralph stepping back. "Yeah girlfriends can be bitches like that," chuckled Bryce stepping back towards him pecking a kiss that wasn't returned. "Even though I've been trying hard not to be!" "Sorry. I maybe didn't mean it like that but..?" cringed Ralph frozen. "You're not saying it's?" "Under this big dress so you've got nothing to worry about," said Bryce reaching out touching his arm gently. "Not if I made it?" said Ralph holding his chest. "You know?" "Of course I know and it's not like we hid that I have what I do that's been tucked away in my clothes yet you asked me out anyway," said Bryce leaning in and squeezing his cheeks in one hand swirling their lips. "Be back in a few or maybe more than a few because I'm not sure how easy it is to pee in this and just so you know since I've been this girl I do not pee standing up." Off went Bryce with a smile on his face having to giggle once he turned his back on his boyfriend. After all the time nervous or uncomfortable being kissed it was nice to have the upper hand making him do the squirming. He'd be stopped by a few girls to chat which felt nice not to be hated on and then as he walked towards Brooke his palms grew sweaty. After a slight pause to work up some nerve to try to strike up a quick conversation before he went to the ladies room yet he was only steps away she noticed him approaching out of the corner of her eye and turned her back on him. "Brooke please don't be like that?" pleaded Bryce humiliated. "Could I have a second?" "Did you hear something Gracie?" said Brooke moving her shoulders making sure to keep her back to him. "Really Brooke?" huffed Bryce immediately pissed. "That's how it's going to be between us?" "And whining?" said Brooke pretending to listen to the air. "Yes heavy breathing and certainly whining." "And panting?" chuckled Gracie. "Almost like a dog whimpering?" "Until she gets her big bone that she's been all over getting tonight," said Brooke flicking her wrist towards Gracie. "I guess just ignore the bitch and she'll run off to have it?" "Maybe she will?" snarled Bryce with his hands on his hips standing his ground behind her. "But from what I saw you seemed unable to ignore this bitch at all? Have you?" "Didn't realize you had eyes in the back of your head under all those fake curls since I barely got a look at your face tonight princess?" said Brooke turning around staring him down. "But maybe during the few moments you did come up for air I didn't see much as I was mostly blinded by your ridiculous tiara?" "Which you still wished was on your head?" said Bryce snapping back at her and then counting off things on his fingers. "But unfortunately I was the one they thought was worthy of the crown.... the role..... the dress, and.... Even the man?" "Who I dumped just like I did you?" cracked back Brooke with some attitude. "Good luck with that but guess you're just the better woman then aren't you bitch?" "Sucks for you that I am doesn't it?" grinned Bryce shrugging his shoulders as he turned his back on her now. "Not going to bother me Bryce," snarled Brooke as he walked past her. "Seems like it has since besides being jealous you turned everyone against me?" said Bryce not turning back as he walked away. "Did I?" giggled Brooke acting not bothered. "Looks like you've still got a lot of learn as a girl then don't you?" "As a bitch maybe?" wiggled off Bryce never looking back. Across the room he went now hurt with the way she was treating him yet fighting to keep his emotions in check. Into the ladies room he went stopping to stare at himself not sure what to do next as she was the last person he wanted to battle with yet now somehow he was stuck in a bitchy girl fight. He wasn't sure if he wanted to scream, cry or just rip his own hair out but what he knew he couldn't do was let her know she got to him. She was the last person he ever wanted to fight with but it was her that brought this on him and even in a dress he had to be a man about it. Into the stall he went trying to figure out how to lift this dress to sit or even if he could, how he could reach under and pull down his panties. Maybe it would be best to get it off as he reached back trying to undo the clasps which suddenly seemed even harder than expected. A grunt of frustration would be followed by a small whimper as he struggled with getting even the first one unclipped. He paused thinking even if he finally did how the hell could he get it back on as he'd done nothing more than scratch his own back with his nails before being startled by a knock on the stall. "You ok in there?" said Brooke from outside. "Fine," mumbled Bryce caught off guard. "You sure?" said Brooke peaking through the slit near the hinges. "Because I noticed you didn't ask any girls in here to help you and you don't sound fine?" "thought you weren't watching what I do?" said Bryce looking back at her through the slit. "Maybe I am and maybe I'm not?" grinned Brooke. "But you know you're going to need help in a dress like that so here I am." "Rather piss my panties," grumbled Bryce. "I'm thinking you wouldn't so unlock the door," said Brooke softy knocking. "And about what you said. You were right? Right about everything?" "No I wasn't and I'm sorry," said Bryce unlocking the door. "I've never wanted to fight with you." "Me either," said Brooke holding open her arms. "Bring it in sis." It felt amazing as he stepped forward as into her arms he went as she embraced him. Like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders he almost felt like he was melting in her arms until finally the hug broke. For a moment he enjoyed a gaze into her eyes as they stood holding both of each other's hands until she gave a finally squeeze of his left hand before letting go. "Ok lesson one in a dress like this," smirked Brooke pulling him down two stalls grabbing the handle. "Always use the handicapped stall." "Which you don't realize you need to until you can barely turn around while your dress hits both sides of the regular stall," joked Bryce following her in. "Which could get your dress dirty so spin for me slowly," said Brooke inspecting it. "Didn't think of that either?" said Bryce slowly turning in the bigger stall. "Because you're barely a girl a few weeks and plenty never do," said Brooke lifting the sections checking. "But thankfully you didn't." "Thank gawwd," said Bryce as she dropped it back down. "Now how do we do this because my teeth are floating?" "Yeah I lift starting in the front and you hold what you can as high as you can and after I get your panties down I'll hold the rest," said Brooke lifting a section handing it to him. "Left hand first and grab this." "So then I don't sit because it's all I've been doing now or do I..?" questioned Bryce. "I kind of have no experience with any of my girlfriends in dresses like this that don't sit so unless you have a few more hands you can hold the dress with and then hold that if you can even reach it you'll be sitting?" giggled Brooke handing him a section in his right hand. "And normally if it's just me and a friend, the girl in the big dress holds both sides of the front while her friend holds both sides of the back while she sits handling her business." "Got it," nodded Bryce holding up the front now. "But when I sit but what about? You know the aim?" "Good question and garters?" thought Brooke looking under the dress. "Really Bryce?" "Like I have any say and why does that matter?" said Bryce holding up his dress as she crouched in front of him. "Doesn't it make it easier not to have to pull down panty hose?" "If I don't unsnap them and just pull you panties down mid-thigh," said Brooke thinking. "Which should be far enough," said Bryce biting his lip. "And please hurry up. I really have to go!" "But not going to help the aim issue so we'll give this a shot and this is kind of a new one for me too," said Brooke before standing back up thinking. "Maybe we should call in someone else to help?" "Please no," said Bryce turning red. "Fine we'll give it a shot and try to hold some of the back and I'll hold what I can in one hand but please don't pee on my fingers," said Brooke as Bryce feeling his panties slide down and stop where his garters clipped to his hose. "I swear I won't," said Bryce feeling his panties slide down and rest inside his garters. "You sure?" questioned Brooke as he felt her cold hand on his private area. "Of course I wouldn't," gulped Bryce dying inside. "Now can I sit?" "I guess so but I meant sure you have to tinkle princess?" said Brooke as he slowly descending to the seat. "Because in it's current state can you pee? And does it even bend back that far?" "You kidding?" sighed Bryce swallowing hard. "Does it feel like I'm kidding?" said Brooke with her nails wrapped around his manhood. "No," gulped Bryce feeling her tight grip manipulate him. "And the real question is was this for me or your new boyfriend?" said Brooke giving a firm stroke and holding tight with a big smile on her face. "Why would you even say something like that!" said Bryce insulted while in her grasp. "Because if you watched what me and the rest of the school did?" said Brooke sliding her nail tip around the head teasing him. "Then you damn well know why!" "Then you'd know I was acting?" said Bryce feeling goose bumps. "Not sure I believe you but then I guess I'll take it as a compliment," said Brooke lowering her head. "And I have so needed something like this badly anyway?" "What are you doing?" questioned Bryce feeling her tongue slide around his tip. "You're not?" "Wishing I could climb on top of you but I doubt that's even possible in that dress so this will have to do," said Brooke before slowly engulfing him. "Oh gawwddd," gulped Bryce as she began blowing him. "Holy shit! What do I do here?" "Hold out a little longer than the last time please," said Brooke popping off for a second. "I need this so bad." "Not what I mean!" shivered Bryce as she began bopping up and down again. "You know I love you and I never wanted to break up but I can't cheat on Ralph! That wouldn't be right?" "No it wouldn't," grumbled Brooke while barely pulling off then bopping faster now. "Who's the bad girl now." "I can't be!" Cried Bryce as she was really going to town on him. "Brooke you have to stop!" "No! You stop being such a pussy," said Brooke taking a breath and now going even faster. "You always loved me sucking your dick and you know you love it." "Still do," cringed Bryce squeezing the dress in his grasp feeling the pressure of his nail tips like they were going to pop off. "But I have a.... ohhh gawdddd... because of you I have a... Ohhhh fuckkkkkkkk... Oh yeahhhh.... aaaaahhhhhh." He last maybe another ten seconds before erupting as she took him down like a pro and then milked every last drop jerking it inside her lips. She was as amazing at oral as any girl her age and then got up from her knees with a smile on her face. "A boyfriend now?" said Brooke licking her lips. "Is that what you were going to say?" "I don't know," said Bryce wiping his brow with his wrist while still holding his dress. "That you just cheated on and of course you know?" smiled Brooke brush off her knees. "Feel guilty don't you?" "I don't know how I should feel but yeah?" sighed Bryce looking up at her while she was straightening her dress. "Because you are the better woman," laughed Brooke taking out her little mirror from her purse. "And there's only one way not to?" "How?" questioned Bryce feeling bad. "Fess up and tell him about this?" "No return the favor sucking his dick and can you believe this stupid hairdo barely wavered?" said Brooke touching her poufy pink bonnet like hair while looking at it in her compact mirror. "Want me to teach you how or did you already know how?" "You know I've never and don't!" groaned Bryce as she unscrewed his lip gloss. "But won't be!" "Because you want to break off with him and be with me again?" questioned Brooke as she coated her lips again. "More than anything but I can't do that to him?" said Bryce shaking his head feeling emotional. "It wouldn't be fair and everything's so perfect between us right now. I could ruin things for everyone in the show and I can't let that happen." "What a great girl scout you would have made if we only knew when we were younger?" teased Brooke tossing it back in her bag snapping it shut before getting more serious "And I won't be getting back together with you either regardless of what just happened anyway or even considering talking about it until the show is over so if you wanted to be with him sexually then it would be none of my business so you could?" "You wouldn't care?" said Bryce getting aggravated. "It wouldn't bother you at all if I did things like that?" "Should it?" said Brooke with her hand son her hips. "I would hope so?" said Bryce with puppy dog eyes. "What I'd hope is that you'd have no choice but learn more than the missionary position," joked Brooke kneeling back down twisting him around in her fingers. "So ready to pee or what now that this thing isn't pointed up at me because we've been in here long enough?" "And puke," sighed Bryce as she grabbed him again. "Is it aimed where it should be?" "You mean into your boyfriend's big mouth?" laughed Brooke. "If only.... Go ahead." "Not funny," sighed Bryce feeling his bladder burst. "Aaahhhhh." "But could you imagine?" giggled Brooke as the water was rippling in the bowl. "If ever a pompous guy deserved to freak having to swallow or worst case take a spew in the eye it would be him and I shake this thing when you're done right?" "A few times please then wipe," said Bryce feeling so much better. "And maybe he deserved something like that when he was with you but I can't say he hasn't been pretty nice to me." "Which is how I know you haven't lied about sex with him because he's still trying to get in your pants," giggled Brooke shaking it and squeezing out the last drop before wiping. "Stand up princess." "Not all guys are like that Brooke," objected Bryce standing as she pulled up his panties. "And not all girls are as sweet and really na?ve as you either," said Brooke snapping them in place and standing up straight. "Step forward and then let you dress down." "You say that like it's a bad thing," said Bryce letting down his big gown. "A bad thing would be me being caught walking out of a stall with you like we've been in here like lesbians," joked Brooke smoothing it and then turning opening the door peeking out of the stall. "Have fun tonight because I'm sure he'll be taking you out." "Out after I'm out of this big dress?" said Bryce fanning out his arms a little frustrated. "Probably and I probably don't have a choice on that Brooke." "But being out of the next dress you will?" winked Brooke while washing her hands. "Or won't the way he kisses so see you tomorrow at practice." "So we're at least friends again?" sighed Bryce as she was checking her face in the mirror while drying her hands. "Always were?" said Brooke tossing out her paper towel walking to the door. "But girlfriends can be catty and even worse be after their friend's shit?" "But isn't all that over?" said Bryce caught off guard. "No matter what I'll always have feelings for you Bryce," said Brooke rolling her eyes as pulled open the door leaving. "But you're as pretty as you are na?ve."