"I think its enough Mrs" Mickey said from over some comic he found there and woman removed the hair dryer, revealing what had been done to his brother. Mikey smiled as he inspected the change. All those times that Jon had bossed him around, all those times that he had been picked on for being small, Mikey was finally getting payback.
Jon twisted to look at himself in the mirror. The look of horror on his brother's face made Mikey giggle. The reflection showed the older brother his new bouffant hairstyle, straight from the 1950s. He now had clean bangs than ran straight across his forehead, topped with a bulbous bowl of hair, raising a good three inches above his skull. The cherry red locks then fell down, framing his face on either side, and curling out at the bottom.
A pink bow was tied just above his bangs.
"What the hell, Mikey?" Mikey's brother seethed, trying to keep his voice down.
"I knew you'd like it, Jonny-boy," Mikey said through his giggling, "Now remember, if you behave, you'll get the stone back after a week. You can wait a week, can't you?"
Emotions flashed across Jon's face. He seemed to be struggling with a decision. Mikey was pretty sure that he'd covered all his bases, but even so, the longer his brother delayed, the more nervous he felt.
"Alright, Mikey, you win. I'll play along."
Relief washed over the younger boy, "Don't worry, Jonny," he said, "I think you've had enough outings for today. Now pay the nice lady and let's head home. It's time for you..."
