Before you could say anything, your dad came walking up, "Hey buddy! Let's finish working on that engine we were tuning yesterday!"
You were about to say, 'Great!', when you realized that he was looking at Amy! To him of course, he was talking to Eliot. To your frustration, Amy looked up at him and was the one to say, "Sounds great dad!"
You couldn't let this stand! You didn't believe Amy that this couldn't be reversed, but until you could, you were not going to let him walk all over you! You chimed in, "Could I help too dad?"
He looked a bit stunned, but he recovered, "Um, sure sweetheart. If you really want to." He seemed to think, then added, "You know, this will get your hands really dirty, and I am not sure if you have any clothes that are suitable. This isn't exactly girly work you know."
You were not going to be put off just because you were a girl now! "That is not a problem dad. I don't mind getting my hands dirty."
He shrugged, "Sure sweetie. Just come down when you are ready."
You fumed as you dressed. And not just because of the way your dad had treated you. As you dressed, you 'tried' to 'not' wear a bra. It seemed like a surrender to femininity. However, something in you just couldn't do that. It felt wrong, which made you angry. More than that, as you were dressing, you lost your short, black hair, and grew Amy's waist-long, chestnut hair! It was so annoying, and got in the way constantly! Then, on the way out, you needed to pee, and of course, discovered that you no longer had a choice other than to sit down to pee. It was frustrating!
When you finally made it down to the garage, all you did for a long time was stand around as your dad and 'Eliot' tried their best to ignore you. Finally, you spoke up, "Dad. You said that I could help."
Your dad actually looked a bit annoyed, then composed himself, "Okay sweetheart, um, bring me a half-inch crescent wrench and I will show you how to take this cover off."
You gave a triumphant smirk at Amy as you walked over to the tools. Only then did you discover that there were more than the physical changes at work on you. You stared blankly at the tools. You knew it yesterday, but now, as you looked, you had no idea 'what' a crescent wrench was!
As you stared, Amy walked over, picked something up, and handed it to you, "This one sis."
You grimaced, "I knew that, I just didn't see it." A lie, but you couldn't admit you had no idea! You brought it over to your dad, who had to show you how to use the wrench and explain what you were doing. It was embarrassing! Worse yet, you no longer had the strength to loosen the bolt he wanted to remove! He had to do it anyhow!
That was not the worst part by a long way. You were not used to having long hair, so when your dad told Amy to give the starter a short turn to re-position the 'something', you leaned over to try to see what your dad was doing. When Amy turned the key, you found your hair suddenly being yanked and your head jerked quickly down! You screamed as you found yourself bent over the engine, unable to get up! Something was holding your hair!
You dad panicked, "Damn it Amy! I told you to be careful about your hair! Now you got it stuck in one of the pulleys!" He struggled to see, but you were in the way, he had to feel his way around, then he shook his head, "I am sorry sweetheart, there is only one thing that I can do." You couldn't see what he was doing, but soon you heard a cutting sound, and you were free.
As you straightened up, you realized that he had had to cut your hair! You now had a large swath of hair that was barely half as long as the rest of your hair, and ironically, it bothered you. Worse yet, you couldn't help crying! Your mother had heard your scream and came running out to find out what had happened. Soon she was yelling at your dad for letting a girl work around such dangerous machinery!
As she walked you back to the house, she said, "Don't worry dear. I will call Dorothy's and tell them we had a hair emergency. It will be okay. The hair will grow back, and maybe we can make it a girl's day out and both get makeovers."
The last thing you wanted was a makeover, but for now, you were still too shocked, and still recovering from the horror of what could have happened had that engine kept running! So you lamely thanked your mom and didn't complain when she had you wash up and change into a dress.
You felt embarrassed to walk around in a dress in public, and worse going into a beauty salon, even though by now, you looked far more like the girl you were becoming than you did your old male self. You didn't have much choice though, as you were told to sit in the chair and the older women clucked over what a tragedy had happened to your beautiful hair!
Since you had no choice, you tried to relax as Dorothy began to wash your hair to get out the grit and grease that had become embedded in it. You were a bit annoyed when she discussed what to do with your hair with your mother, and didn't include you, but really, you didn't care at this point.
While Dorthy was washing and drying your hair, before you knew what was happening, another lady, who you somehow knew was Karen, had started to give you a manicure! You wanted to protest, but somehow, it felt good, so you let it go. Eventually, you found it so relaxing, you stopped noticing the further changes to your body as you shrunk and slimmed.
When all was done, including the makeover, Dorothy turned the chair you were sitting in toward the mirror. You gasped as you saw yourself. What shocked you first was that it was clearly your sister looking back at you in the mirror! Apparently, if any changes were left, they were insignificant. The second shock was how pretty that girl looked! You never saw Amy wearing makeup before, so it shocked you how pretty she was! Well, um, you are.
Dorothy smiled, "Well? Do you like it?"
You couldn't help saying, "I can't believe it! I look great! Thank you Dorothy!"
She smiled, "You are growing up so fast! Your mom bought you the lipstick and some eye-shadow for you. A girl your age doesn't need more than that, but when you are ready, we will get you the right colors for the rest. She will teach you how to apply those when you get home."
Makeup? Makeup! Not only did you become Amy, but now you are wearing makeup! Could this day get worse?
Your mom took you to the food court for some ice cream, and you saw...
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