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A Drabble Saga 

How Could She Refuse?

"Who's that blonde girl at the corner table?" Frankie the Nose asked.

Larry Hodge took a look. "Uh, boss, that's a guy."

Frankie
Al Nez withered his henchman with a glance. "I know a dame when I see
one. Bring her up to my room at three. Suitably dressed." He stood up
and left the hotel dining room.

Packy Bellafonte, the muscle, looked at Larry, worried. "Uh, that is a guy, isn't it?"

Larry,
the shooter, stood up. "Boss says the kid is a dame now, he's a dame.
We'd better go persuade her to get dressed for her date."



Miss Taken


Davey
pushed long hair out of his face again. He liked to read at corner
tables in quiet out-of-the-way restaurants where his noisy roommates
couldn't disturb him.

He looked up, aware of someone looming over him. He expected to tell a waiter that, no, he did not need any more coffee.

Two large men stood between him and the room. "Come with us, Miss," said the one with the mustache.

"Miss?" said Davey. "I'm afraid you're making a mistake."

The mustache shook his head. "No. But you will if you don't come along without making a scene."



Those Lovely Bones


They took him to a hair salon in the hotel across the street.

"Give her the works," said Larry to Beth, the hairdresser.

"I'm not a ..." Davey began.

"Shaddup," warned Packy, the muscle.

Beth owed Frankie the Nose so she just nodded.

"Don't cut her hair, Boss likes long hair," added Larry. "He likes blondes, too." He shrugged.

"I'm not ..." Davey tried again.

"Shaddup," said Packy.

Beth leaned close to Davey's ear. "You've got nice bones, let's keep them that way," she whispered.

Davey looked at Packy's fists and decided to sit quietly while Beth went to work.



Yeowch!


"What would she look good in?" Larry asked.

"She's
slim and tall -- a long, straight skirt with a high waist line?" Beth
suggested. "And blue looks good on girls with her coloring."

"I'm ..." Davey began but Packy cracked his knuckles and Davey thought better of it.

"I don't suppose you know your dress size?" Larry asked.

"No idea," agreed Davey.

"A Misses 10," the cosmetologist guessed. She applied hot wax to Davey's eyebrows.

"Boss likes 'em slutty," Packy offered.

"A leather dress slutty enough?" Larry asked.

Beth worked her nail tip under the cooled wax. "Pretty slutty," she agreed.




An Expensive One

Beth quickly styled Davey's long straight hair into soft curls using only water and a curling iron.

Finished,
she went back to working on Davey's face, her foundation dry enough to
cover imperfections, including evidence of a beard. Now she went in
with eyeliner, lipliner, eyeshadow, mascara, lip color and gloss.

Davey
watched as Beth transformed him from mostly harmless college nerdboy to
devastatingly beautiful blonde. The make up went just a bit over the
top.

After glancing at Packy (busy with an issue of Vogue, his lips moving), Davey whispered, "I look like a cheap hooker."

"No," said Beth.



Itch


Davey wanted to scratch his nose but with both arms under the cloth -- bib? cape? -- tied around his neck, he couldn't.

"Don't make faces," Beth warned. "Your face might crack."

Larry came back just then with a big, red-headed woman following him. "This is Little Ruby," he said.

Davey looked up at the woman, a little frightened at the intensity she looked back at him with.

"You
do good work, honey," Ruby told Beth. She pursed her own lips with fat
fingers, thinking. Then she said to Davey, "I'm your new Mommy, sugar,
ain't you the lucky b...?"



Need to Know


Ruby and Beth took Davey into the back. "So the mens can't see," the big woman explained.

They
had him undress down to his underpants and squeezed him into a corset
Ruby had brought with her, tightening the strings until he couldn't
even gasp. Finally, she backed it off enough that he could breathe -- a
little.

Next she brought out from somewhere two lumps of rosy plastic that looked exactly like breasts to Davey.

"A skinny girl's true friends are her falsies," said Ruby, grinning. Beth giggled.

"But I'm not ..."

"I get through wit' choo, sugar, who's gonna know?"