Copyright 1999, 2002 by Wanda Cunningham. Lainie, Vickie, Rebel, Bashful, and everyone else thanks for the encouragement. There is no actual sex or transformation in this chapter, but I guess it should be rated R for context. So, nobody under 18 should read this, or whatever is the appropriate age in their community. This story deals with transgenderism in children and may be uncomfortable for some readers.

 

Kelly Girl

by Wanda Cunningham

Chapter 12

"Permanent Dirt"

 

Andie carried Kelly into the back of her beauty shop with the question of ear-piercing still unsettled. Kelly laid his head on Andie's shoulder and made a face, partly out of annoyance over Andie's intentions and partly because the Beauty Salon smelled, not to say reeked, of chemicals and perfumes. He carried Andie's gift doll, Robin, under one arm and knew that he probably looked adorable.

"Somebody is pouting," teased Andie, catching a glimpse of Kelly's moue in one of the many mirrors decorating almost every wall. The back area had storerooms, an office, bathrooms and a private salon, all connected by a short hall lined with hair salon posters and oddly-shaped mirrors.

"I am not," said Kelly, but he could see himself in one of the mirrors, too. Oh great, that dumb cherry lolly Andie gave me at the optometrists has stained my mouth and tongue, he thought. It looks like bright red lipstick. And it does look like I'm pouting; my lower lip is as big as Barbie's gets when she helps me pay the bills. The lip in question trembled a bit, even. Why did Andie have to insist on carrying him, anyway?

"Maybe Auntie's little girl needs a nap?" suggested "Auntie" playfully.

"Cut it out, Andie!" Kelly protested. "And put me down!" He kicked a little, but Andie was having none of that, and cheerfully shifted him to where she could give him a light swat on his round little rump. Kelly, yelped once, more startled than stung.

"Calm down, baby doll," Andie chortled. "We're still having fun, aren't we?" The piercings in her tongue, eyebrows, earlobes and nose flashed colored light at him and reminded Kelly of why they had come to the shop.

"Not if you're going to pierce my ears!" said Kelly, still a little surprised that Andie had paddled him even lightly. He hadn't been spanked by Barbie since he got out of diapers. He considered whacking her one with the plastic-headed doll in retaliation but decided he better not; she might spank him harder.

One of the other women in the shop came to see who had entered the back door, "Oh, hi, Andrea? Who's little girl is that?"

Andie grinned hugely, "Hi, Penny. This is Shkipper, Barbie's little sister." She moved him so he rested against her hip, steadying him with only one hand and turning so Penny could see him better.

"Aggh!" said Kelly, burying his face in Andie's shoulder.

The women laughed. "Well, she's a little cutie pie, isn't she?" Penny leaned to one side and Kelly put a hand up to shield his face. "Peek-a-boo!" said Penny. "Barbie Drew's sister, right? I can see the resemblance."

"Rrrr!" muttered Kelly.

"She's shy," Penny noted.

"She's in a rotten mood," said Andie and joggled Kelly a bit, as if he needed burping. "I'm going to give her a trim and do her nails. Is it busy?"

Penny shook her head, "Nah, people are still on vacation, you know how August is. I sent Melly home, she said she had relatives visiting from Oregon."

Andie nodded and strode on into the small salon that was usually used for tattooing, "Yeah, that's okay. Shkipper and I will be right here for a few hours, you can call on me if it gets busy, 'Kay?"

Just then the bell up front rang and Penny hurried toward it. "Okay, nice meeting you, Skipper!" she called.

Andie plopped Kelly down into one of the padded chairs in the small salon and straightened his dress. "You still mad, punkin?" she asked.

Kelly was of two minds now, he didn't really want to be recognized as himself by the ladies in the shop, but then again, he didn't want to keep pretending to be a little girl, either. "Yeah, sort of?" he said. He also didn't want to be mad at Andie and had trouble maintaining a bad attitude in the face of Andie's good humor.

Andie grinned, "Well, I'm just gonna cut your hair then, okay? A little trim so it looks nice?"

"Nice how?" he asked, a bit too suspicious to be relieved that she seemed to have given up the piercing idea.

Andie laughed, "Little girl nice, okay? Then when you go back to being Mr. Kelly Aloysius Drew, I'll re-cut it to a boy style. Promise." She held up two fingers close together.

"My middle name is not Alawhosis and that's a cub scout promise, with your fingers like that," said Kelly. He'd seen the boys at school do that.

"Bluebirds, too," said Andie, "but you know I'll do it if I say I will, don't you?"

"I guess so?" Kelly relaxed a little and peered around. "I wish I had my glasses already."

"The ones with the amethyst frames? Yeah, you look so cute in those. Or the emerald ones, they look classy." Andie got a few things out of cabinets and drawers.

Kelly squirmed. He'd asked for plain wire rims in a boy, or at least unisex, style but somehow Andie had ended up ordering girl frames for him as well. "I can't wear those—girly ones next week, you know? I'm gonna need the plain ones for when I start school."

"Shure," said Andie. "But no rush, we can keep playing our little game a while longer." She grinned at him, "I'm having a blast."

Kelly giggled a bit nervously. "Well, I guess I'm glad someone is enjoying it." If she wants to buy three pair of glasses, two of which I will only use for a few days, I guess it's her money, he told himself.

She looked through the internal window toward the front of the shop. "Cindy and Penny are here, George will be in later, you know all of them, huh?"

Kelly nodded. "Yeah," he said in a small voice.

"You'd prefer not to get recognized?"

"Uh?" he paused. "This is a trick, isn't it? To get me to agree to something embarrassing?"

Andie laughed. "Only if you fall for it? No, seriously, I could do something really cute to your hair, and with makeup and some earrings, I don't think they're gonna catch on. Just don't talk about bookkeeping or shtuff like that."

"Huh?"

"You're a little know-it-all, honey," Andie said. "You know a lot of a shtuff for a kid still in grammar school and you like talking. Act like a shy little girl who doesn't say much and after I get through with you, they might think Barbie's little sister Shkipper looks a lot like her nephew Kelly, but they'll *know* she's someone entirely different."

Kelly closed his eyes. "You're going to pierce my ears," he said.

"Yup," she agreed.

He sighed and squirmed and muttered and pouted a bit but finally, he grumbled, "Okay. Earrings can be taken out; but no permanent dirt!"

Andie laughed, startled. "Permanent dirt?"

"Tattoos. You know, stuff that won't come off or can't be changed back so easy." He gestured at her own hide, decorated with flowers and butterflies and some sort of simpering serpent.

Andie laughed harder, "Permanent dirt, that's good, kiddo. Maybe I should change the name of the shop?"

"I think that would be a stupid name for a beauty shop," Kelly said firmly.

Still laughing, Andie said, "Funny you should mention permanent. I was thinking some curls and lighten your hair, maybe the same platinum color Barbie went with?"

"Aggh!" said Kelly. "No, that's permanent stuff!"

"Oh, silly, when this is over, we can just trim it all off; give you a real short haircut like a real boy's haircut and snip-snip, it's all gone. Or, I could use a light hold perm now, and later wash your hair a few times with a dark rinse to put the color back and take the curls out."

"I don't like either idea!" said Kelly, trying to scowl.

"Come to think of it, I'll have to use a light hold perm, you've got even finer hair than Barbie. A strong perm would just burn your hair." She fluffed and played with his locks while she talked. "Or, would you like to go with red hair? Since you're joining the Mann family?" she snickered. "I almost said 'Make a Mann,' out of you," but we wouldn't want to do that."

"No! No hair dye or perm! I didn't say okay!"

"Yes, you did, earlier," said Andie. "Now stop fussing, I'm the adult here and you already agreed that I was in charge. I'm making you do all this stuff, so just relax, it's all my fault and you don't have to take any blame."

"That's..." Kelly began, intending to say that wasn't the point, but he realized that yes, that was the point, sort of. He looked at her and made a face but he stopped protesting. "Will the perm really wash out?"

"Yup," said Andie. "And I can either cut your hair off or dye it back to it's natural color?"

"Well," he said. Somehow, the idea of looking more like his mother had an appeal. An appeal he really hated to admit to, even to himself. "But if anybody finds out, or Barbie gets upset; you kidnapped me and did it!"

She laughed. "Shure, kiddo." She tickled him until he squealed with laughter also.

"Stop it, Andie! I really do have to go now?"

She stopped and pointed, "Across the hall, and latch the door, people will walk in on you here."

"I know where it is!" he protested. "Just let me go!" He ducked out of Andie's grasped and quickly found the tiled and chromed salon bathroom.

 

In the Las Vegas clinic of Dr. Mann, Barbie Drew lay on the shiny stainless steel table with a thin sterile pad underneath her. She had just been wishing she had her sunglasses when Harold leaned over and blocked the hellishly bright operating lights. She grinned at his white masked face and squinched her eyes shut quickly twice.

"You doing okay?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she said. "I haven't felt anything except a sort of—tugging?"

"Good," he said. "Just lie still a bit longer, I'm going to start filling the implants."

Barbie smiled and lay still, not even nodding. She really wanted to squeal in excitement but the drugs Dr. Mann had given her helped her resist such a display of enthusiasm.

She felt an odd sensation in her chest. I'm growing boobies, she thought. Finally.

Dr. Mann worked with precision, he had done this many times and he had become very good at it. He still wished that he had succeeded in talking Barbie out of taking advantage of his rash offer of free breast enhancement surgery. And especially, he wished that he had dissuaded her from seeking implants as large as she had chosen.

But he had stopped resisting her choice when he realized that the need to slowly inflate large implants on some one as small as Barbie meant he would be seeing her at least every week for the next several months. Maybe he could still talk her into moving into his mansion.

The patented emulsified sterile oils oozed down the tubes inserted in Barbie's navel and into the plastic sacks Harold had maneuvered under Barbie's skin and behind her nipples. He had measured the amount carefully, he would pump in just over 200 cc's of fluid into each bag, which would increase Barbie's bust size to at least a C-cup. Then, in a week or ten days, he would add another 50 or 100 cc's and do that again, and again, until the bags had reached their optimum inflation at 880cc. Each.

By then Barbie would have F-cup breasts.

On one level, Harold felt annoyed. His personal preference for small breasted women had never before interfered with his professional life but he had fallen for the diminutive, child-like Barbie Drew harder than he had ever fallen for any woman before. In only two days she had completely won his heart. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to make her happy.

If large breasts, "stripper tits", would make her happy, he would use all his skill and expertise to give her the best. He didn't think there were five other surgeons in the world who could do what he could do. And there weren't any he would trust to work on his little darling. Large implants on a small woman were especially challenging, and Barbie was almost the smallest woman he had ever worked on.

She had chosen to go with the largest implants manufactured in the U.S. in the High-Pro style required for someone with her narrow chest. So, on another level, outside of his annoyance, Harold felt professional pride in what he was doing. If there were five other surgeons in the world who could do this as well as he, there were definitely none who could do it better.

At the edge of her vision, by sort of forcing her eyes to look down past her cheeks, Barbie caught a glimpse of her growing breasts. Sonnuvagun, she thought, it's really happening. Maybe now I'll find out if Harold really loves me, or just the fact that I mostly look like a little girl.

She smiled ruefully, and if it turns out that he'd rather have seen the last of me when this is all done, then at least I collected the boobie prize.

"Don't giggle," Harold warned. "You're such a giggler." He grinned over at her fondly, "This is not a good time for even a six-pack of giggles."

Barbie settled for smirking. "Yes, sir," she agreed. "But it does sort of tickle?"

"I've never had anyone else describe it like that," he said. "But I suppose it might."

"It does," she said. "Just a few more minutes?"

"That's right, we're almost done. You'll be a little sore when the local wears off and there will be some swelling," he grinned. "Tissue swelling, like a bruise, but in a few days that will go down and you can see what your new breasts look like. Then in a week or two, I'll add some more fill, 50cc probably."

Something occurred to Barbie. If she kept coming to see Harold every week or two over the next few months, she would definitely have to clear up this confusion about Kelly's identity.

Harold watched Barbie's expression change. "A twinge?" he asked.

"Uh, no? Just thinking." And if things between her and Harold did develop into something permanent, Kelly's little charade would have to be revealed. I have to talk to Andie and Kelly without Harold hearing me, she thought, find out what the heck is going on down there.

Was it possible that Kelly was pretending to be a girl because that's what he would really prefer? Or was this some subtle strategy of her little genius to put a crimp in this romance? He's smarter than me, Barbie reminded herself, and he may be feeling jealous.

 

Richard smiled and Sarah Willoughby glowed. I think he likes me, she thought. They sat in one of the back booths of the Mexican fast-food place and talked about school.

"It's not that different, is it? I mean, ninth grade? We're still going to the same school." Grades seven to twelve were all at the same physical plant in Corona del Mar, though the two lowest grades had only one elective class during the day.

"Well," said Sarah, "we don't stay all in a group, a class, for most of the day like last year?"

"I guess," said Richard. He looked thoughtful.

He's so cute, Sarah told herself, don't act so much like a little kid around him.

"My dad may be getting married again," Richard said. "And I may be getting a new aunt." He grinned.

Kids acquiring new parents happened so frequently in Newport Beach that Sarah didn't consider it remarkable; it could be bad or it could be good so she simply asked, "Have you met her? Is she nice?"

Richard laughed. "Yeah, I've met her a couple of times, her name is Barbie and she's teeny-tiny, even littler than you." He tapped Sarah lightly on the nose with a forefinger and she giggled. "And she's got a twelve-year-old sister that might come along as part of the package?"

"Huh?"

"She might move in, too; she's really cute. Kelly is her name." Richard looked away, glancing toward Fashion Island Mall. "My Aunt Andie took her shopping." He remembered something, and frowned. "Pete and I were horsing around and broke her glasses. We almost got in real trouble over that."

Sarah frowned. "Horsing around with a twelve-year-old? You and Pete? It's lucky you only broke her glasses!"

They both laughed a little.

"I hope she's not mad at me," said Richard.

"Who? Your aunt?"

"No. Well, her, too. But I meant Kelly, I don't want Kelly mad at me."

Sarah sipped at her soda and tried to swallow. She didn't like the note she heard in Richard's voice when he spoke of this Kelly girl. "This Aunt Andie? She's the one with all the tattoos? Right?"

Richard grinned. "Yeah, she has a few and some holes poked in her hide, too."

Sarah grimaced and shivered. "I think that's gross!"

Richard laughed then shrugged. "She's my aunt," he said.

 

Kelly watched in one of the ubiquitous mirrors as Andie worked on his hair, separating locks of the superfine dark blonde strands and thoroughly soaking them in a solution she had mixed up. "That stuff smells," he complained.

"Not too bad, though? This is the hair-dye, the perm will smell even worse." Andie laughed. They were still in the small private salon that had only one of the hydraulic styling chairs and one of the special sinks with the cut out for holding someone's neck.

"Ick," Kelly commented. "I still think this is stupid." He kicked one foot idly against one of the supports of the chair.

"Well, maybe it is," agreed Andie, "but we're having fun, aren't we?"

"Maybe you are. I keep wondering what some of the kids at school would say if they saw me getting my hair dyed." It did worry him a bit; he was the smallest kid in sixth grade at his school last year and had gotten more than his share of bullying. "They hate me, anyway," he said, "so it doesn't make that much difference, I guess." His voice went flat as he spoke.

"Hey, don't get all depressed on me," said Andie. "I'm a pro and you're out of your league, kiddo."

"Huh?"

"Depression," said Andie. "You know what I do when I get depressed? I get a new tattoo, or a new piercing."

Kelly laughed. "You must get depressed a lot."

"Uh-huh, but it's better than getting drunk and driving off the pier. Almost finished here." She smiled at him in the mirror. "We'll pierce your ears last, don't want to get chemicals on the holes or studs. While the hair-dye sets, we'll do your nails."

"Agh," Kelly grumbled. "I'm trying to remember how you talked me into this."

"Well, first, I kidnapped you and then I submitted you to tickle-torture—and I agreed to take all the blame."

"Oh, yeah, it's all your fault!" Kelly squeezed his eyes shut and stifled more giggles.

"Hey, Porkie," said a deep masculine voice, "who's the tinkerbelle?"

Opening his eyes, Kelly saw an muscular, tanned man who made even the Mann brothers look ordinary-sized. Holy crud, thought Kelly, he must be seven-foot-tall! A yellow t-shirt with a full-color drawing of a muscle man holding a girl on his shoulders strained to cover the wide chest. A red and black tiger tattoo decorated the giant's left arm an a green and red and black dragon covered his right arm. He had black, wavy hair with a dyed in blonde streak and his grin showed a gold tooth. His pants were black leather jeans decorated with painted-on, tattoo-like drawings of a snake and a demon.

"Tony!" exclaimed Andie. "I didn't know you were out of jail!" She turned toward him and wiggled her dye-stained gloves at him.

"Hah, hah!" Tony snorted. His golden-brown eyes were framed by the longest, blackest eyelashes Kelly had ever seen. He had stubble on his chin and upper lip but his cheeks were smooth. His mouth smiled easily and he grinned down at Kelly as he strode close enough to rest one huge hand on Andie's behind. "We finished the jail yesterday, so I biked up to see you, Porkchop."

Porkie? Tinkerbelle? Porkchop? Kelly didn't like the choice of nicknames and felt a little afraid of Tony; he pulled his arms and legs back under the oversize tunic Andie had put around him and huddled as small as he could on the seat of the chair.

The giant kept grinning, "Hey, chiquita, I don't bite. So, who is this, Andie."

"Like fun, you don't bite," said Andie as she stripped off the gloves and winked at Kelly. "Thish is our kid. You don't recognize her?"

"Oh, you gonna get it later, lady," said Tony, pulling Andie toward him with one arm around her waist and a hand behind her neck. While Kelly watched, fascinated, Andie and Tony exchanged hungry lover's kisses. This was an aspect of Andie's life and personality he had never witnessed, though he had heard her talk about boyfriends before.

"I missed you," Tony said when they had separated an inch or so. "It's fucking hot down in that desert, 'mind me not to take no jobs in fucking Imperial County in August no more." The southeastern-most California county had the same kind of legendary climate as the better known Death Valley only hotter.

Andie snorted, "Like you will listen to me, you shtupid pendejo cabron." She rubbed breasts and hips against him in a way that made Kelly want to pull the tunic over his head rather than watch.

"Ay, cuidado, the kid sees us. Who is she really?" Tony stroked her back and Andie made a noise like a purr. "You wearing that corset still, Porkie," Tony noted. "Good girl."

"Ah," said Andie. "Um, this is Shkipper Drew, my future sister-in-law, Shkipper this is Tony the Tiger, Antonio Almontes. My significant other, as they call it these days." She snickered.

"Why does he call you Porkie?" asked Kelly.

"Because she's fat," said Tony, grinning, then wincing as Andie stepped on his foot.

"Well, originally it was short for 'Porcupine' because of," Andie tweaked a couple of her piercings, "but then he found out I own eight corsets." She stuck out her tongue at Tony.

He grinned. "Anyone owns that many corsets must think she's fat."

"You like me to wear them," she pointed out. "You told me to have one on when you got back, so I've worn one everyday for a week."

"Not the same one?" the giant asked, wrinkling his nose theatrically.

Kelly giggled and Tony winked at him. Andie slapped Tony lightly on the arm. "Much as I would like to dally with you, mister," she said, "I promised the chicklet a complete makeover. So you will just have to wait."

Kelly rolled his eyes. Tony laughed, "Okay, I'll get out, I'm staying at my brother's in Sant'Ana, gimme a call, Porkie, and we'll schedule a complete 'makeout' for you."

Andie reached over and pulled the tunic up to Kelly's eyes, "You're not old enough to watch this," she explained.

But Kelly could see through the fabric as Andie and Tony did some of the sort of kissing he had heard his mother call "standup fucking in your clothes". He didn't know whether to laugh out loud or just close his eyes.

"I hear giggling," Andie finally said. "Tony, you better go. I'll call tonight but I'm babysitting all weekend." She pushed herself away from her lover.

"Crap," said Tony. "Hey, no offense, Kipper, but you shoulda been a boy, so she doesn't spend so much time on you."

"I am a boy," said Kelly from under the tunic.

Andie and Tony laughed.

 

Barbie, wearing just her panties, slipped off the stainless steel table and stepped toward the full length mirror, an object not usually found in surgeries. She felt the pressure in her chest, she saw the swelling of her breasts. "They don't look that much bigger?" she murmured.

"They're about a full C-cup now," said Harold. "A little flatter than they would be if I had used a smaller implant bag." He watched her face, not her chest.

She reached up to touch them, cup them in her hands, feel that for the first time in her life, her hands were not large enough to hold her breasts. She turned slowly to get a view of her profile, "Wow, yeah, I guess they are?" She smiled at him. "I thought it would hurt?"

"It will hurt some," he warned. "You're still a bit numb from the local." She's still lovely, he thought. She was a nymph before, like an innocent girl. Now she looks more womanly, a miniature Venus. He felt an odd mix of pride in his own skill, disappointment that she had chosen to do this after he had expressed his preference for her figure as it had been, and a bit of surprise that he still felt just as aroused at the sight of her naked as he had the first time.

"Didn't you say," she said with a sly look, "that implants need frequent massaging?"

He laughed out loud and she giggled. "Wait till the numbness wears off, and they will be too tender probably for another day or so? But I'll be happy to show you how it's supposed to be done." He stepped closer and lifted her chin with a finger then bent to give her a kiss on the lips.

She kissed back, thinking, maybe he really does love me. Maybe this will work? I wonder how Kelly will react if I decide to move in with Harold while we decide if being together is a good idea.

 

After Tony left Kelly complained, "He didn't believe me when I said I was a boy. No one believes me, and he couldn't even see what I'm wearing." He turned his face away from the mirror, not wanting to see if he was pouting. The pale mauve tunic still covered most of his little girl finery.

"He could shee your shoes," said Andie, nodding at the . "Besides, if you were a boy, why would you let me do a makeover on you?" She held Kelly's hand up and showed him the baby-pink polish she had covered his nails with.

"Heck if I know," said Kelly, staring at his fingers.

"Wave your hands around, kiddo, they'll dry faster, but don't hit anything and mess it up."

"'Kay," said Kelly, waving his hands as directed.

"Time to rinse the dye out," said Andie, "then I'll put it up in curls and do your toes while that shets."

Kelly made a face, still wondering how he had ever agreed to this. Andie watched him with interest. "You know, hon, mosht boys your age would rather eat a dog turd than let someone do to them, what I've done to you?"

Kelly shook his head, "Well?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked.

"Uh. Honestly?"

"Yeah, 'course?"

"Kinda?" Kelly admitted. "It's sort of like Halloween?"

Andie laughed. "No, it isn't. But I think I undershtand. And I think you like it more than you're willing to admit?" She pushed the chair closer to the sink where Kelly could lean back and make it easy to rinse out the dye.

"Maybe," said Kelly. "But everything goes back to normal on Monday. Promise?"

"I'll leave it up to you," she said, starting the water and making sure it wasn't too cold. "But we've got tomorrow—wanna go to Disneyland?"

"Dressed as a girl?" Kelly almost yelped. "I don't think so?"

"You haven't been all summer, kiddo, I know," Andie said. She ran the water over his hair, using her gloved hands to make sure all of the dye washed out.

Kelly raised his voice so she could hear him over the water, "How come you call that dye? Isn't it just bleach to make hair lighter?"

Andie shook her head, "No, it's got bleach in it but it's a timed reaction. The bleach makes your hair lighter, so light it would not look natural, then we dye it back to the color we want."

"Oh." Kelly relaxed, a little relieved that the smelly dye stuff was being washed out and rather enjoying being the center of Andie's attentions. "If we go to Disneyland, tomorrow, can I wear pants?"

Andie laughed. "Shlacks? How about some shorts?" The water began to run clear but she kept rinsing to make sure. "It's gonna be hot, you know?"

"Mmm," said Kelly. "Barbie's gonna be annoyed if she doesn't get to go with us."

"Buzzy will take her, he'll like that." She turned off the water and began gently soaking up water from Kelly's hair by patting it with large fluffy towels. "But I bet she's got her own private amusement park, right now."

Kelly frowned, not liking to think of what his mother and Harold Mann might be doing. "Is anybody ever gonna tell him I'm a boy?"

Andie pulled the chair around and lifted the back so Kelly could sit up again. She pulled a table over and began preparing to put the newly dyed hair into curlers. "Shooner or later," she said.

"Soon," said Kelly, fervently.

"Don't worry, shugar," said Andie. "Buzzy has had lots of experience with boys who want to be girls, he'll understand."

"I don't want to be a girl," protested Kelly. "You're turning me into one." He glared at her and his own reflection in the mirror.

"Am I?" asked Andie. "Or am I jusht showing you your true shelf?"

  

  

  

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