Author's Note:  Hello again.  All the reviews that I've gotten so far have been encouraging.  Thank you for your time. I would just like to say a couple of things before you begin reading.  When I first started this story, I had one idea in mind and that was it, but now that I am writing each chapter, my one idea is starting to evolve into several ideas.  I think this story will be the first in a series.  So stay with me.

"No!  Kit, Ah aint goin' in there!"

"But, you have to . . . . .," Says Kitty while draggin' meh into tha nearest store which happens ta be Charolette Russe.  "You wanted me to help you pick out what to wear."

"Yeah Ah wanted ya ta help meh pick out sumthang and that it is a dress! Not a whole wardrobe."  Ah start walkin' in tha opposite direction.

"Okay, okay, you win," Kitty now is followin meh in tha direction of Spencers.  "But we are not going in there.  That place is for weirdos and freaks."

"Rheally?"  Ah say stopin in front of tha place.  "Then let's go!"

"Oh no, no, no, no,"  She grabs mah arm stoppin meh dead in mah tracks.  "maybe we like don't have to go in Charolette Russe, but we totally gotta go get your hair done."

Ah consider what she says while running a swoft hand in mah hair.  It gets stuck a couple of times (Hey Ah hate brushes) and when Ah finally get it through, a couple of strands were intwinded in mah fingers.  Ah decide ta agree.

"Yeah . . . .totally." Ah agree an' thank 'bout tha consquences.  Hey it couldn't be that bad.

Oh it's that bad.  Ya see Kit got this funny fella named 'Pierre' fixin' mah doo and Ah'm not usin' tha word 'funny' lightly.  It's been ova a year since Ah cut, so Ah'd say it's long (It's the only change that Ah've allowed mahself since Ah've joined tha X-Men)

"Oh Honey, tha white highlights are so adorable!  Very chic!"  This comin' from Ms. Pierre Le Fag "We've got to keep that, but  . . . the style. . " He taps mah shoulda lightly and continues with.  "I think we need a change in that department."

"She's putty in your hands, Pierre,"  Kitty says then whispers in mah ear.  "Mar, like, your gonna love your new cut."

"Ah hope so Kit,"  Those were the last words Ah said ta her before she left meh with Sir Queer-a-Lot.

Kitty: 3 hours later and two arms full of shopping bags . . . . .

Really . . . . . . . . I hope Marie likes her new haircut.  I brought her some new clothes, too, the professor suggested it.  He's even like the one who asked me to take her out for a 'change'.  Not that I wasn't willing.  I mean I wanted to change Marie since I first laid eyes on her.  Who wouldn't?

 Gosh, like, I really hope she likes the new clothes I picked out for her . . . . . . .  Hey, if she doesn't like them, I'll wear'em.  We're basically the same size, right?

Ooooo . . . . .Charolette Russe, I havn't gone in there yet!

"Pierre, what d'ya got goin in mah hair?"

"Baby Doll, it's only foil.  Marie what I plan on doing is brightening up your natural auburn hair with some red tones,"  he then pauses and starts clappin his hands.  What tha hell is her Ah mean his problem? "Oh, you're going to look absolutely stunning!"

"Hey Mar," it's Kitty!  Finally there's someone around meh who's not funny (both ways).  "How's it going Pierre?"

"Oh just fagtastic, Oh Ah mean fantastic,"  Oops.  Ah hope my pun doesn't make Pierre fuck up mah hair.

Instead he seems to enjoy it.  "Marie you are darling.  I must introduce you to some of my gay friends."

"Oh yeah Marie I forgot to tell you . . . . . . . . . Pierre is a mutant."  She then looks at Pierre.  "he's a telepath."

"Ya are?"  So that means he heard mah thoughts.  Oh no! he heard me call 'im . . . . .

"Ms. Pierre LeFag and Sir Queer-A-Lot?  Yep.  I heard you.  And believe me when I tell you this Marie, I've heard worse.  It's just yours are more creative."

"You mean she called you Ms. Pierre LeFag?!"  Kitty says while laughin'.  "Marie that's a classic!" She then takes out her two way pager.  "Bobby is going to love this one."

"Ah am sorry Pierre, it's just that  . . . . ." Ah trail off tryin desperately ta get that right words.

"You don't want me fucking up your hair?"

"No, no , no, not that.  Ah guess,"  Ah start feeling akwardly comfortable spilling mah guts ta this man.  "Ah guess that old habits die hard.  Ya see, meh an' mah pa only had certain thangs in we could talk 'bout and every since mah ma died . . . . ."  Ah pause getting' mah thoughts in order.  "Even before mah mutant powers came 'round we weren't close and Ah rheally wanted us ta be.   So Ah found out that there were only few thangs that Ah could do tha get him ta notice his daughta,"  Ah look at Pierre through tha mass of hair he's reservin fo' mah bangs. "he hated everythang that wasn't liak 'im, so Ah conditioned mahself that way, also.  Look Pierre, Ah know that Ah was wrong and Ah'm sorry.  Ah feal kinda stupid now 'cause Ah'm a minority.  Ah need ta work harder on mah impulses."

"Wow, Marie, you never shared that with me," Kitty is now done with textin Bobby.

"Ya never ast Kit.  No one ever ast."  Pierre is done with tha front part os mah hair.  He's workin his way towards tha back.

"Oh  . . . shut-up Mar.  You're story is making me cry!"  She can't be serious.  How can she go from laughin' ta cryin' in unda ten minutes?

"Beats me.  But Marie, I think you're right.  You really need to let go of all your prejudice habits.  I did."

"Ya did?  What were you prejudice of?"

"Straights."  He plainly says.

"Straights?"  Kitty repeats and laughs.  Ah tell ya this girl is weird.

"Sorry about that Marie.  I just had to break that somber mood you created."

"That's okay . . . . . Pierre LeFag."

"And now . . . .  we are done!"  Pierre turns mah chair 'round so Ah can see mah reflection.  "Ta Da!"  He shouts.  Obviously proud of his work.

Ah brase mahself . . . . .  "Oh Pierre!?" Ah question, what has he done?

"Ya dig, Hon?"  He says though a toothy grin.  He alrheady knows how Ah feel 'bout it.

"Pierre it's beautiful!!  Ah luv this thang rhiaght here and tha twist and curl of it.  Oh the red highlights are subtle but not too unnoticeable . . . . .,"  Ah gasp.  Now Ah know how Kitty feels everytime she goes ta get her hair done.  "An' it's still long!"

"Marie,  you are like sooo cute right now!  Oooo Pierre do me next!"  Oh brotha, now Ah gotta stay here fo' anotha four hours.

"Are ya serious Kit?"  Ah ast.

"No," She then hands meh two arm loads of bags.  "Here these are like all yours."

"All them clothes?"  Ah question. Ah jus' hope she didn' get meh anythang pink, ah hate that cula.

"Yep.  'All them clothes'."  Terrible, terrible impression.  Now ya know whai Ah say she's not funny both ways.  "We're not done.  We gotta get you a tan and let Renee put some serious time in with your face."

"A make-over?'

"You know it,"  Sumbody shoot meh.  .  .  .  .  .  .  Hey maybe it will turn out jus' liak mah hair did.  Ah liaked that.  .  .  .  .  .  .   .  Naw it won't.

TBC

A/N:  I also revised this chapter and I might change a few things in it later on.  So beware.  And stay tuned.