Chapter 3:

I showed up for my "doctors appointment" dressed like Hannah Montana, so none of the flakey secretaries for my designer would get prissy with me and send me off. Since I was infact Hannah Montana, why shouldn't I get a few liberties of getting what I wanted once in awhile. "I'm here to see my designer, Mr. Bradford." I said to the one nearest me.

She glanced up and saw Hannah Montana in front of her; she was pretty much awe-struck. "One m-moment please, Ms. Montana…I'll call him right away." She nervously dialed her bosses office number, "Mr. Bradford…Ms. Montana is here to see you. Can I send her in?" She hung up, "Go right in Ms. Montana, will you be needing anything? Water? Coffee?"

"I'm fine, thanks." I walked passed her breezily. Maybe I get a little cocky when I'm Hannah Montana… But I do deserve a little respect, I'm one of the youngest most well known pop stars on the planet. I pushed open the door, "Roger! How are you, I haven't been over for a visit in so long, but that last wardrobe you made for me has been fabulous." I sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Ohh, Hannah! It's great to see you, but I wasn't expecting you for another month or so, I've had you made so many costumes…haven't they lasted?" He questioned in his slightly feminine voice.

"Yes, they've been great, I'm actually here on other business today…" I trailed off, not sure how to tell him what it was exactly I needed. He was infact a gay man, most any one could tell, as he wore his flashy perfectly tailored suits; he gave off an almost Jonas Brother's air, but more gay and not as tight fitting clothes. But since he was gay…maybe he would be more understanding towards my needs, or think less of me for being scared to get what I wanted the proper way and not play it dirty. Dirty I thought…like that one time Lily and I got in mud fight and I had to spray her off in my backyard; she looked so hot then as she…

Roger broke my thoughts, "Well Hannah, what other business? As far as I know, I only do your Hannah outfits. Since you don't need any of those, I'm at a loss."

"Oh, uh, right." I cleared my throat(and rid my mind of the dirty Lily thoughts), "I need help with looking like a…uh, boy."

Roger raised his eyebrows, smirking at me, "A boy? And why might that be…?"

"Well, it's for a…prank?" I said questioningly almost.

"A prank, hmm? And what does this "prank" involve exactly?" He said, actually using air quotes as he said "prank". "Girls? Perhaps…" He looked at me slyly.

I tried to hold my composure as the strong sophisticated Hannah Montana, "It's possible. All though, how could it not? Almost every other person in the world is female."

"Oh yes…so, these girls…how long does this disguise need to fool them?" He just rolled his eyes at my attempt to act like I wasn't doing something naughty with this disguise.

"For a few months?" I said then coughed, looking off into a corner as if this is an everyday request he gets.

Roger laughed and slapped his hand on the edge of his desk, "Oh Miley! What've you gotten yourself into?" His eyes twinkled, and suddenly instead of just looking like a prissy gay man who designs my clothes he seemed like a friend, somebody I could trust with this crazy scheme of mine.

"Well…don't laugh. But… there's this girl you see, and she's just…adorable, amazing…the best person to be around, and she makes me go crazy for her. I love her, so much…a lot more than she'd find acceptable, and…oh, Roger! I just need to try to be a boy for her; I just need to try…see how it will go…I know she'd like me. I'd be her type…if only I was a boy." I looked at him, waiting for his opinion.

He just shook his head, "Miley…I've known you since your first days as Hannah, and not once have I heard anything more crazy come out of your mouth…or more honest and caring. I'll help you, personally. I won't have any assistants help with this, because I'm guessing your dad wouldn't be too accepting either would he?"

"Not at all…Daddy doesn't like people like me." I felt so small as I admitted that to Roger.

"Or like me, if you haven't noticed. He's not the friendliest man in the world to me. So he doesn't like people like US, Miley…not just you. You aren't alone in this, I'll support you. But I really do hope you'll get the courage one day to admit to Lily how you feel." He smiled encouragingly at me.

"How'd you know it was Lily?!" I exclaimed.

"Ohh, Miley…I see everything, nothing passes me by with out my noticing. How do you think I became such a fabulous designer?" He joked, "No bad stitch, nor weave, nor badly matched pattern can escape my eyes!"

I laughed, "You're a little exuberant."

"Only a little…" He stood and walked over to me, "So now…your boy disguise, what color hair…and style…and clothes! Oh clothes! What kind of boy do you want to be exactly? I do think this is my most exciting job I've been given yet!" He smiled and clapped his hands together once, picking up pencil and paper he began to sketch something out onto it.

A few moments later he held a picture drawn out to, "How's this for a first idea?" On the paper was the rough sketch of a boy(me), with short brown hair that was brushed forward and with little sideburns, wearing a polo with a shirt underneath it, and some what I identified as "slim skinny" boy jeans. I grinned looking up at him, "Roger you're amazing! That's so perfect!" I jumped up and hugged him.

He blushed a little, "I'm just doing my job, but thank you." He returned my hug, then gently brushed me off him.

I grinned; I guess he couldn't stand too much female contact for too long. "So how long do you think the whole wig thing will take to get?"

"About ten minutes? We've got one in the wig room. I've just been dying to get somebody to wear it and see how it looks…I'm sure you'll be perfect in it." He got up off the desk, "Follow me, we can find some clothes for you too."

"Thank you so much again, Roger, really." I followed along behind him happily through the doors of his office and past his secretaries.

We got into the wig room shortly after, "Go ahead and take your wig off Miley." He said as he opened a box pulling out the brown wig for me. With my Hannah wig off, he placed the new wig on my head.

I gasped standing in front of a mirror I looked at my reflection; I could pull off a boy I realized! A pretty boy…but a boy all the same. "What about my eyes though? I should maybe get contacts…maybe brown, there's nothing wrong with brown eyes. I rather like them."

Roger grinned, "Yeah slow down there though, let's get you into some boy clothes and see how those look first." He turned opening a closet door, and shirt after pants after shirt and pants and shirt flew out behind him. Untill he was satisfied with a pair of jeans which came flying and hit me in the head, "Try those," he instructed and he continued searching for a shirt, which he found right after I finished pulling the jeans on. They looked a lot like the pair I had just bought, but a little bit nicer of a fit and a better brand. He threw me green polo, a white t-shirt, and a pair of common but cozy moccasins to wear. "Put them on, I'll turn around." And he did, so I pulled my shirt off and pulled on the two shirts he had given me, along with the shoes.

"Okay." I said to him and turned to look in the mirror right as he turned to look at me.

"Ohh! Miley! You just look absolutely…adorable!" He squealed, "You're too cute! Look at you…all grown up stand there looking like a boy, oh you cute thing!"

I grinned at the boy look back at me in the mirror. I guess I really was kind of cute..for a boy girl.

Roger walked up behind me, "We'll have to do something about your chest, but that'll be easy enough and maybe we can make you look a little bit tanner with some make up…and give you a little bit of freckles! Oh freckles are cute! You'll be more adorable, and with you big brown eyes you're thinking of…you'll have more than just Lily wanting you…you'll have other girls...girls who like girls." He grinned at me, "This really is too fun."

I smiled back at him, hoping Lily really did go for this awkward unsure of himself looking boy in the mirror. I knew he'd be sweet and treat her right…if only she'll give him a chance to prove himself. I sighed…this really would be fun if it all ends up worth it.