A trip to the nail salon

"We're going to the salon, silly! You've got to look your best for your next date!" Bree said.

"But wait! You... uh... like said that I'd only have to go if I messed up again." Brian argued.

"No, I said you'd be dyeing your hair if you messed up again. Think of the salon trip as a reward for everything you did right!"

"Forgive me if I don't see it that way..." Brian muttered.

"What was that?"

"Uh, like, that sounds totes fun?"

"That's more like it."

After an extremely long and, for Brian, painful walk across town, in which Bree left Brian behind several times as he was **** to stop and re-balance himself thanks to the heels, the siblings finally arrived at the salon. Bree opened the door and beckoned her brother inside,

"After you, Ashlyn."

Brian took a deep breath and walked into the salon. It had been something he'd known was going to happen ever since this mess had started, Bree had talked about it enough, but it was still an unnerving experience, especially since, dressed as he was, he didn't look at all out of place. While Brian took a few moments to soak in his current predicament, Bree went and told the receptionist that they were there for their appointment.

"Come on, they told us we can go in." Bree grabbed Brian's shoulders and pushed him towards a set of two open salon chairs.

After both sitting down and, to Brian's relief, taking off the heels for the moment, Brian had a moment to relax as he laid back in the chair.

"Okay, we've got two mani-pedis and a blowout, right? What color would you like?" one of the employees walked up to them.

"Well, Ashlyn here would like..."