My eyes lock onto Dayle, hoping that maintaining eye contact is the right thing to do. However, my plans change as I catch my reflection in his sunglasses. My lip quivers slightly at the sight, a soft whine rumbling up my throat as I watch my short light brown hair shift into dirty blonde hair in a messy bun held with a bright purple scrunchy.
I watch in horror as each and every strand of my hair slowly begins to extend out from my scalp, my eyes twitching in response to the pain as the long locks begin to drape down over my face and cast themselves down past my shoulders.
From the curtain of hair covering my vision I witness the once light brown hair begin to shift and shimmer, growing light blonde with some darker brown strands intermingled within them. Shaking my head from side to side I manage to get a better look of myself in Dayle's glasses again, my fists shaking as I stare at the reflection of the darker brown roots which create a gorgeous gradient and texture to my lengthening locks
.Suddenly I'm met with a tightening pain, causing me to jerk my head back as some unseen force bundles up my hair and yanks it behind me forcefully. A pained yelp escapes my lips, causing Dayle to pull his hand away.
"Sorry sweetheart" he chuckles, giving me another nervous smile. He fiddles with a shining silver watch around his wrist as he picks at the metal band. "Must have snagged..." he mutters under his breath, looking down and incidentally giving me a better of my face and new hairstyle.
I feel like I'm going to throw up as I watch some unseen force tug and twist my long hair into a loose bundle, oily strands of hair poking out of the mass and falling in front of my face. As the bundle grows tighter and tighter, pulling at my skin and causing an aching tightness around my forehead, I see something forming around the bundle.
A roiling and unnatural mass begins to grow slightly behind the mass of hair, slowly forming into a more understandable shape. A bright purple shade overcomes the shape as it hollows out, the edges taking on a crumpled character before it flies towards me. As it wraps around my hair I let out a soft shuddering breath as the pressure on my head quickly eases off, the extreme tightness disappearing as the colorful elastic-filled fabric band picks up the job of holding my hair in place in a far less aggressive manner.
While I'm thankful for the reduction in my pain in discomfort I can't help but whimper as I watch the tight bun begin to unfurl a little, loose bundles of hair puffing outwards as the bright scrunchie struggles to hold it all together. The whole thing is fairly heavy, at least compared to my old hair, and feels almost oily or sweaty in its haphazard styling.
My Aunt looks at me with a fairly critical eye, staring at my hair before sighing a little.
"Amy, did you have a bath after work yesterday?" she asks, using my name rather than calling me some cutesie name as some slight form of admonishment.
"I...uh..." I mutter, entirely unsure as to how to respond. I had no clue what 'Amy' had done yesterday, I had no clue about anything relating to this 'Amy' person.
Sighing a little my Aunt walks over, wrapping her arm around Dayle as she places her hand to my forehead. "No fever..." she mutters to herself. "Just look after yourself sweetie. Don't worry, we're taking Paulie to your Grandma and Grandpa's so you won't be needing to lock after him. Just take things easy dear."
I stare at her blankly for a moment, my mind slowly registering what she was explaining as I struggle to take it all in.
"Paulie?" I say perhaps a little too loudly, my heart racing as both Dayle and Stacy exchange a concerned look.
"Amys?" squeaks a quiet voice from a little way down the hall, both my new parents and myself turning to look at a small child walking awkwardly out into the hallway.
I had never seen Paul when he was this young, at least beyond the pictures in the family photo album. He looks up at me from beneath a bright yellow hat, the brim providing shade to his face as a sheet of fabric covers his neck and ears to protect him from the harsh sun outside. His chubby face has sections of chocolate smudged across it, the same stains covering his 'Scrappy-Do' t-shirt.
My Aunt rushes over to him, the speed of her delicate steps causing her body to jiggle as Dayle drinks in her Milfy form. She bends over, straining her skirt to its absolute limit around her plump juicy ass, before licking her thumb.
"Sweetie, you've got a little something..." she coos, cleaning off my once elder cousin's face as he squirms to escape her grasp. "Come on, let mommy clean...you...up..." she chirps, her voice sounding sweeter and with more concern than I had ever heard from the old worn-down woman I had known.
As his face is cleared up he manages to wriggle free from my Aunt's mothering, wobbling his way over to me and clutching my jeans. He smiles up at me, smiling ear to ear. "Amys! Amys! I'm going to gram ma's, she's going to bake cookies and I get to lick the dogs!" he gleefully squeals, tugging at my pants with chocolate-coated hands.
"It's dough buddy" Dayle chuckles, crouching down to pick up Paul. As Dayle lifts up Paul his eyes lock onto my jeans for a moment, staring at the chocolate smudges Paul left on the worn denim. "Sorry sweetie, looks like you're going to have to wash your pajamas too" Dayle states, nodding between the apron in my hand and the jeans I am wearing.
"I get to lick the doughs!" Paul says excitedly, now smearing chocolate over his father.
Turning to face his wife, Dayle holds out Paul for her. "Sweetheart, can you..." he begins to ask, Stacy quickly responding as she races over to take Paul from him.
"Let's go get you cleaned up, then we'll go to visit..." Stacy coos, pausing expectantly for Paul.
"Gram ma and Gram pa!" he shouts, heading off with Stacy as she takes him to the bathroom at the far end of the hall.
As my Aunt and Paul head off and slip into the bathroom I watch Dayle begin to gather up their bags, the large man grabbing both his and Stacy's travel bags before walking over to Paul's room. After disappearing into the unseen space for a moment he emerges with one more small vibrantly colored backpack.
Turning back to face me Dayle flashes a warm smile. "Don't worry about walking us out sweetie" he chuckles, shifting the bags in his grasp as he tries to work out how to carry all of the bags to his car. "Just take care, don't burn the house down, the usual..." he jokes, pausing as he shakes his head a little. "I mean, you know the rules by now."
"Yeah..." I respond with a nervous chuckle, swallowing hard as I try my best to navigate the conversation. "Love you, daddy" I croak out, holding my breath as I wait to gauge his response to the saccharine sweet sentence leaving my lips.
The large man appears to melt slightly at my words, his smile growing wider by the second. "Love you more sweetheart" he responds, walking down the hall a little ways until he reaches the landing to the stairs. "Go get a glass of water, you're sounding a little hoarse" he continues, his voice taking on a concerned fatherly tone.
Before long my Aunt and Paul emerge from the bathroom, the tiny version of my cousin now clean albeit in a shirt with numerous wet patches. Stacy walks up to Dayle, kissing him on the cheek and whispering in his ear before walking her way over to me. The youthful form of my Aunt wraps her arms around me in a loving embrace, the 5'8" woman comfortably being able to get her arms around my shoulders thanks to her high heels.
I stagger a little as she pulls me down towards her, the shock making it difficult to really do much aside from go along with the hug and respond in kind. As my face is brought down to her level she quickly places a kiss on my forehead, the wet smacking noise causing me to wince as I feel her lipstick coat my skin.
"I'm going to miss you sweetie" she groans, shifting to shower my cheeks in adoring kisses. "We'll be back Sunday night, if you need anything our number is on the fridge, and if you can't get through to us you can always go to the Daniels next door, and..." she rambles, an overprotective side of her taking over.
"Mooooooom" I groan, my eyes going wide as I find myself reflexively responding to the overbearing parental figure before me.
"Okay okay..." she mutters, pulling away as she smiles up at me. "Just be safe and have a good time sweetie."
As my Aunt walks back to the stairs she pauses, turning away from Dayle and walking further down the hall.
"Aren't you going to see us off like your sister?" she says, calling out to the larger bedroom mirroring my own. "Come on, give me a kiss goodbye" she chirps, opening the door.
Leaning forwards I try to look down the hall and into the other bedroom, eager to see who the hell she was talking to. After a few moments I watch as...
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