Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "Alex" Parts 1 &2
Date: Mon, 23 Sep 1996 00:09:39 -0700
From: Lisa Blades <user23@pacbell.net>
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Alex
(Part 1)
by Lisa Paige

That I as a Junior should be going to Seniors Night at the biggest amusement park in the state was something of a miracle - or even a collection of miracles.

The first real miracle came when Heather came down with Mono just two weeks before the big bash.  I was the only one who knew the contacts and the arrangements

The only real hitch was the car.  I had to have the car to get me and the girls to the park and back, and Mom already had plans for the night.  We had a custom

Senior's night itself turned out to be a mix between miracle and curse.  The first couple of hours I had to stand at the gate with the other school reps and re

Reality has a way of paying you back for pretty much every miracle in your life, I guess.  My payback started the first day of vacation - just two days after t

She drove up to the curb and waited for me to get in, then she drove out toward the boulevard that led to the other side of town.  I asked her where we were go

 "Alex, I've been thinking a lot about the arguments we've had over the past few months.  I know it's been hard on you - the divorce, moving to a new place, tr

Wow, this seemed to be the old mellow Mom talking - not the one that had been riding me on pretty much every topic under the sun since the divorce proceedings

"In thinking about it the last few weeks, I've realized how much of the conflict is my fault."

Immediately my senses went on active alert: when Mom started out by admitting a fault, you could be sure that she had something up her sleeve.

"It's not so much your having long hair that's been bothering me, it's that you seem not to keep it as neat as I feel you should."

Aha!  She was going to try some technicality to get me to cut my hair.  But I had an ironclad agreement with her, so I let her continue without interrupting.

"I guess I've just been expecting you to know what to do to keep your hair neat, then to get it done, and that's probably not reasonable on my part.  When I wa

Hmm, this was sounding a little too reasonable.  But I couldn't see anything to object to so far.

"Anyway, I'd like to change the way I've been approaching this -- to take more responsibility to teach you what you need to know -- and to make it an enjoyable

I had to agree that our conflicts on this had been no fun, and I liked the fact that she had acknowledged that part of it was her fault.  It was also true that

"Actually, Mom, I've had some real problems with tangles lately, and I was going to ask if you knew how I could avoid them -- I just didn't want you to hassle

"Sweetheart, I appreciate you sharing those feelings with me.  I've decided that, with the changing styles and all, if you really want to wear your hair long t

"Sure.  I'd like that a lot."

"Then the only real problem is that, with my job demanding more and more of my time, I may not be able to spend all the time it takes at first.  I mean, after

"What can be that hard?  Your hair is long, but you seem to spend just a few minutes a day on it."

"Well, this is a particularly easy style to manage, but I'm not sure you'd like to wear your hair the same way."  We both chuckled at this little joke.  "But e

"I guess I am, but if you're already spending time on yours, will you have the time to help me on mine?"  I had no idea that I was digging myself deeper and de

"Well, as I said before, at first you're probably going to need more help than I can give you.  That's why I've made arrangements with Betty to help you get st

Betty was one of the first people -- one of the few -- who had befriended us when we moved in.  Someone at her new job had referred Mom to Betty's beauty salon

"Gee, that's really nice of her to be willing to help -- I don't think I've ever been to her house before."

"Betty really is a good friend, but I wouldn't feel right taking advantage of her professional knowledge, or imposing on her hospitality, so I made this sort o

"Mom, there's no way I'm going into a salon with all those women around.  I know you used to take me with you some times, but I'm not a little kid any more.  B

"Calm down, sweetheart.  I'm not totally insensitive to your feelings, and neither is Betty.  Her salon closes early on Monday night, but  Betty has agreed to

"Wow, that really is nice of her.  I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to get upset."   She had me on the defensive now, and I still had no clue of the trap she laid

"You're forgiven, my dear.  I do think that I've done everything I could to consider your feelings as well as my own.  I want us to have fun with this, so I've

My suspicions were suddenly aroused again.  "What do you mean, 'rules'?"

"Well, this is, after all, your part of the agreement -- that you'd follow all my wishes for the month after you got the use of the car -- right?  Well, my wis

"Mom, YOUR part of the agreement was that you wouldn't make me cut my hair.  Wasn't this whole conversation about how I was going to learn to manage my hair LO

"Absolutely, dear, I said nothing about cutting your hair."

"Mom, how can I keep my hair 'off my collar' if I don't cut it.  You took that phrase right out of the old high school dress code."

"This has nothing to do with the old dress codes, and long hair is going to be acceptable in the high school this Fall again, anyway.  I want you to keep it of

"Arrange it?  You mean 'put it up'  -- like a girl's?  Mom, you can't be serious."

"You're yelling again, sweetheart.  I mean 'put it up' like you-have-all-the-skills-you-need-to-keep-long-hair-neat-and-attractive.'  Once you've done that for

Now I saw the clever trap she had laid.  Technically, I had agreed to follow any demand she made, though I never dreamed she'd come up with anything like this.

"That's your choice, my dear.  If that's the way you feel, just have Betty give you a regular boy's cut, and the whole thing will be over.  If you really belie

I looked around furtively and saw no one near who might recognize me, so I jumped out of the car, slammed the door and raced inside.  I was fuming, but Betty p

"She's laid her clever little trap for me, Betty, and she thinks she's going to win this one and get me to cut my hair, but I'll figure some way out of this."

"Well, Alex, I really don't want to take sides -- you and your mother are both such good friends -- but there is a little bit of a middle ground here, if you h

"I'm even more determined now than I was before."

Betty chuckled.  "I think you're every bit as stubborn as your mother.  That's one of the things I like about you both: you know what you want and are willing

I looked at her sideways. "You've got to be kidding."

"I didn't think so, but I just wanted to make sure."  Her tone made it sound as if she  would have preferred it if I had said yes.  "If you'd had practice befo

I didn't mean to, but I probably sounded pretty whiny as I replied.  "You mean I'd have my hair up like a girl's until Friday morning?  I wouldn't be able to l

Betty kept her voice down, but there was a firmness in it that told me I was near the end of her tolerance.  "I know that may seem hard for you, but it's the o

Besides being embarrassed at having angered Betty, I realized I was cornered now, and I was determined to fight back.  "No.  I'm not going to give in - just te

Betty smiled and gave me a friendly hug.  "Now, now, it really won't be that bad.  I'll bet you a milkshake that when this month is over you're going to look b

I grinned in spite of myself. "You have a bet, lady.  Plan on a double chocolate malted."

"Okay, wise guy, you're on."  Betty selected two picture albums from a nearby shelf.  "Now look through these books and pick a style that you like.  I think pr

As I began to page through the albums my spirits sank further and further.  Every model had hair piled way on top of their heads, most of them fixed up with ri

For a moment, I seriously thought of just giving in and asking for a boy's cut.  As I thought it over, I pictured all my hair lying on Betty's floor, and a shi

I swallowed hard, then took the album over to Betty.  With grim determination I pointed to one of the styles Betty suggested as being the easiest.  I had seen

I thought I could see just a bit of sympathy in Betty's eyes, but she smiled cheerfully and patted the salon chair where I was to sit.  Strangely enough, now t

That funny feeling in my stomach grew stronger and was joined by a tightness in my chest as Betty combed out my wet hair, separated the first strand, and wound

"But I don't want curls in my hair, Betty.  Can't I just keep it straight?"

"You curl your hair every time you wash it, Alex, whether you wear it curly or straight. Large curlers like the ones we're using give you just a little body an

As she put each curler in she had me hand her the hairpins that secured them in place.  After the first few, she handed me the comb.  "Since you're eventually

It took almost an hour, and my arms were aching, but I finally began to get the hang of things: sectioning out a strand of hair, winding the curler down and pi

"No way are you going to paint my nails, Lady."

Betty giggled.  "Getting a manicure doesn't mean you have to get your nails painted, silly.  I have some very good male clients who get regular manicures to ke

The thought of Mayor Frost sitting in one of Betty's chairs made me giggle, but Betty finally convinced me that it was okay - and it seemed preferable to brows

When my hair was finally dry I followed Betty back to the styling chair.  My chest began to get strangely tight again as I watched her remove the curlers from

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time.  There was no mistaking the femininity of this hairstyle, nor the effect that it had on my overall app

"Betty, that's not really necessary, is it?"  I asked half-heartedly.

"Not really, but would you deny an artist the pleasure of finishing her creation?"  She gave me a broad smile and a wink, and I smiled in spite of myself.  Bet

When Betty was finished with the hairpiece she had me cover my face, then she coated the whole construction with what seemed to be half a can of hair spray.  I

"Oh, Betty, he's beaut...I mean, his hair is perfect!"

Immediately my anger returned.  On the one hand, I was fascinated to see myself  with an honest-to-gosh hairstyle, but on he other hand, I was furious with Mom

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Alex's Story
(Part 2)

The next few days were really hell. I refused to speak to Mom, number one.  She would leave long lists of chores for me to do, including having dinner fixed ev

There were times during the day when I would take time out from my chores and relax.  It was usually at these times that old urges would hit me, and I'd spend

Thursday morning after Mom left I decided that I couldn't stand another day of that sticky, sagging mass on top of my head.  I was almost to the point of shavi

After I had relaxing for a while I got out all the stuff Betty had sold us that first night, laid it out at Mom's dresser, then began to put curlers in my hair

Betty greeted me cheerily at the door, and immediately I felt my spirits lift.  Within a few minutes she had me sectioning off my hair and putting curlers in p

When she felt comfortable enough with my ability to manage the bun and the covers, she asked if she could drop me anywhere on her way back to work.  I was comp

"May I help you, Miss?"  The voice was near me, but I paid it no attention at first.  Then I saw the clerk out of the corner of my eye, and he was looking stra

"These are brand new today, aren't they just darling?"  I looked up to see that I was in  the Junior's Department, standing among the dress racks.  Yes, the sa

I opened my mouth to tell her I was definitely NOT interested in a dress, but nothing came out except a hoarse croak.  My throat felt like cotton.

"Oh, those summer colds are the WORST, aren't they?  I could get you a glass of water while you try something on?"

I turned and almost ran out of the store, leaving the saleslady staring after me.  I didn't stop till I found a secluded bench in one of the back corners of th

I carefully examined my reflection in a nearby store window.  I was wearing loose jeans, a baggy shirt and white tennis shoes, so that wasn't much of a factor

I saw Betty chatting with one her clients, so I walked quickly past the desk without speaking to the receptionist.  "Excuse me, Miss, but you can't go in there

"Betty, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I HAVE to talk to you right now!"  I whispered.  Betty excused herself and led me into her office, closing the door beh

"Alex, you look like you've seen a ghost.  What on Earth is wrong?"

I quickly explained my experiences of the past few minutes.

"Well, I guess I can understand your feelings, but I must say I'm not really surprised.  I know how sensitive you are about this, Alex, but you have very fine

I took a moment to digest this.  In so many tactful words, Betty had just told me "You look like a girl."  These were the same words that had caused more than

"But, Betty, what can I do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?"

I was totally confused by now, and frustrated.  Betty seemed to understand, but she wasn't being very helpful.  I just sat there with a blank look on my face.

Betty waited and watched me for a few moments, then she smiled.  "There is one simple solution that I can see."  Here I perked up a little and looked at her ho

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what Betty was talking about.  "You mean, pretend I really am a girl? Get serious, Betty."

"Why not, Alex?  It might be fun, seeing how many fools you could fool."

"Yeah, until the first fool figured it out and told everyone else.  Then where would I be?"

"Well, there is that risk, I suppose, but I think it's rather slim.  Especially since you know so few people around here anyway."  I just looked at her skeptic

"Oh, come on, Betty.  All I have to do is open my mouth or just stand the wrong way, and anyone will be able to tell."

"You may not believe me, but there are thousands of girls your age that have a deeper voice than you.  Anyway, you can let me do all the talking, if you like.

At first I couldn't believe that Betty was really serious, but the more I thought about it, the more curious I became.  I had always wondered what I would look

"Okay, Betty, you're on!  But I don't have to wear a dress or anything, do I?"

"Not if you don't want to, dear."  She paused, as if I needed to respond to her implication.  "I will need to do just a little fixing up, though.  Sit over her

"Now, I'm just going to put your hair up like we had it this morning ..."  she began to brush my hair back, talking as she worked.  " ... but we'll brush it ba

The taste was almost like raspberries, and for some reason it set off a powerful surge within me.  My chest got so tight I could hardly breathe, and there were

Betty flicked the brush across my cheeks, then smudged at them with her fingertips.  "There, now you can take a look in the mirror.  What do you think?"  She w

"Wow."  It was all I could say while I tried to make myself breathe normally again.

 "Well, young lady, are you ready to loose that bet?"

I made a wry face at her, but I couldn't get my legs to move.  Betty took my hand, interlacing my fingers with hers, and led me out the door.  "Come on, this i

"Grace, I'll be out for an hour or two, but I'll be back before Mrs. Valles comes in for her appointment."  The receptionist nodded at Betty, then made a face

I lost the bet.  During those two hours we visited almost every Lady's shop and department in the mall, and no one even hinted that I might be a boy.  At the f

At the next shop we stopped to browse among the racks of women's clothes.  Betty held out several things that she liked and asked my opinion on them.  Subtly,

We went into some shops where Betty was well-known, and she introduced me as her niece from out of town.  The ladies were all very nice to me, and I began to r

When it was time to leave I realized how tired I was, but I was almost reluctant to have it all end.  Betty took me back to her shop and helped me remove the m

I had a hard time throwing dinner together before Mom got home, but the good mood I was in survived even that.  Strangely, Mom didn't comment on the chores I h

After she left I went into her room and sat at her dresser to take my hair down.  As I was brushing it out I glanced down and saw a tube of her lipstick.  A po

Now I was almost like a robot.  I didn't let myself think about past promises as I began opening Mom's drawers and searching through her lingerie.  I found one

Not allowing myself to look in the mirror yet, I went to Mom's closet.  I had the run of the house and it was several hours till Mom came home!  I felt so free

When I put my arms down I noticed that the blouse didn't look that good with the empty brassiere underneath.  I went to Mom's lingerie drawer again and found s

I froze in my tracks.  What could I do?  Someone would see me!  The bell rang again before I realized that this was my house and  all I had to do was to wait u

"Mrs. Anderson?"  the boy asked.  Now maybe I looked like a girl, but there was no way I looked like a "Mrs."  This guy must be really dumb.  I looked at the p

"Three doors down."  I whispered.

"Huh?"

How could I get so irritated by a person in such a short amount of time?  I cleared my throat and used my real voice.  "The Andersons live three doors down."

Had he realized I was a guy, or had he just been clumsy?  I peeked out the window again to see him picking up his clipboard.  As he turned and started down the

I spent the rest of the day in Mom's clothes, doing my chores and freshening my makeup and hairdo from time to time.  About an hour before she was due back I c

Mom again complimented me on dinner, then commented on how well I was doing with my hair. We talked about some of the tricks Betty had shown me, and it turned

Saturday and Sunday were both full of chores, it seemed.  Somewhere our conversation turned again to hairstyles, and Mom asked me if I had chosen another style

Next:  Alex's Second "Do"
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