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The reception area of Vain Salon and Spa was appointed in an modern art deco style. The Spanish imported marble tile which covered the floor was ebony with delicate white veining. A single Matisse print was displayed on the glossy white walls, and the area was lit with soft recessed lighting. The room was designed to be stylish and inviting. It held the promise of a relaxing day spent in pampered luxury.

The area was supervised by a lone receptionist. She was pretty, but not too pretty, and chubby enough that the clientele could relate to her, but definitely not fat. She sat idly and watched as the three women argued, a cheerful expression glued to her face despite the conversation taking place being anything but cheerful.

“Where is Lexi?” KC spat at Savannah.

Savannah shrugged her shoulders. “How should I know?”

“I figured you'd know because you snuck away with her last night. Where the hell did you two run off to?” KC snapped.

Savannah's face flushed as she thought of the late night McDonald's run.

“Calm down KC,” Charlotte said, gently resting her hand on her sister's shoulder. “Lexi will get here when she can. Don't be so uptight. Let's go get our hair done.”

That's when Savannah realized the true reason for Lexi's tardiness. With Lexi, it was all about her wig. Lexi was a complete chickenshit when it came to the wig. Their college days were peppered with the excuses and lies Lexi told to prevent her secret from being discovered.

With a look of relief on her still smiling face, the chubby but not too chubby receptionist ushered the three women women into the salon area. The salon area boasted eight state of the art styling stations. The adjustable black leather chairs gleamed in the light, and Savannah had a momentary pang of panic as she envisioned getting stuck in one of the chairs. But Savannah wasn't that big – yet. She had memories of her mother getting stuck in her chair at the hospitality suite at a Cowboys game.

It had taken two ex-linemen to get pry the former Cowboys cheerleader out. Savannah figured Debbie was around two hundred sixty pounds, roughly sixty pounds heaver than Savannah's current weight, plus Debbie was two inches shorter, standing only five foot four.

“Hi I'm Tamara Fulton-Diaz. I'll be your stylist.”

Tamara Fulton-Diaz was a young Hispanic woman. Her black hair was shorn on one side and long on the other. Her hair had a funky purple streak and her left arm was covered in a full sleeve of tattoos. She was slender with a junky-skinny physique. Looking at the brightly colored collage of tattoos on Tamara's arm reminded Savannah that she had nearly gotten Lexi's name tattooed on her rump. Fortunately she hadn't, or it would have made her marriage to Zach even more awkward.

Savannah flipped through Tamara's styling book and elected to have her hair cut, curled, and highlighted. In her youth Savannah's hair was pale blonde, but during her teenage years it had darkened to a dirty blonde and she had been lightening it ever since. Savannah normally didn't curl her hair, as it didn't fit with her tough state trooper image, but she wanted to look nice for the wedding, and to look nice for one bridesmaid in particular.

KC was seating to her immediate left, while Charlotte was across the room. That left the Savannah and KC next to each other without a referee to intervene.

“Are you getting a dye job Savannah?”

“Speak for yourself KC,” Savannah snorted. KC's hair was styled in Victoria Beckham wanna-be wedge cut. It was dyed a platinum blonde, but her dark roots were evident.

“Kids, don't make me come over there!” Charlotte sang from across the room.

“I'm going to steal your woman away from you,” KC whispered.

“She's not my woman!” Savannah protested, nearly jumping from her chair.

“I'm just messin' with ya,” KC laughed. “I can't imagine a little hottie like Lexi hooking up with your fat ass.”

Savannah gripped the arm of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the tension. As a state trooper she dealt with assholes on a daily basis, and she had learned to stay calm in some pretty fucked up situations. But KC was really working on her nerves. Charlotte had warned her that KC was jealous over Savannah being the Maid of Honor.

Savannah gradually loosened her grip on the chair and shut her eyes as her stylist worked on her. Tamara dutifully rinsed Savannah's hair over a basin. It was amazing that Lexi inspired lust not only in heterosexual men but also heterosexual women. Savannah wanted to be with Lexi, but she didn't know if she was equipped to deal with the drama of coming out as a lesbian.

Savannah had seen what Lexi went through when she came out of the closet. But Lexi was a natural rebel, always doing the opposite of what her perfectionist mother wished. Savannah on the other hand, had always been daddy's girl. Hank Hill was a West Texas man. He loved cars, guns, cold beer, and fat women. Daddy just wouldn't understand. There wasn't an ounce of Brokeback Mountain in Hank Hill.

If things worked out with Lexi Savannah would need to tell Debbie first. Savannah's mother as smart as her father, but in many ways she was less naive.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Tamara commented as she finished rinsing Savannah's hair.

“Just thinking things over.” Savannah stopped herself before saying anything further. She wasn't about to confide in the stylist while Charlotte's kid sister was in earshot.

“You have such thick hair and beautiful skin. Have you ever thought about being a model?”

Savannah's laugh came out hard and fast, more like a snort than a laugh. Savannah stood five foot six, weighed two hundred pounds, and had an ass the size of a beach ball. To her annoyance she heard KC tittering as well.

“I don't think Kate Upton has anything to worry about.”

Tamara paused as she retrieved her scissors from the workbench.

“You don't need to be built like Barbie to be a model nowadays. Anyway, what woman is really built like Barbie, Señorita?”

Savannah immediately thought of Lexi's mother, Ally Ryder. Ally was tall and had an enormous boob job, but she was every bit as bald as Lexi. If Ally swapped out her brunette wig for a blonde one she would be a living barbie doll. If Lexi and Savannah both took after their mothers then Lexi was destined to be a wiggy MILF and Savannah was destined to be a two hundred and sixty pound butterball.

But Savannah could end up a lot worse than turning out like Debbie. Debbie was still sexy despite her size, or perhaps, because of it. Hank doted on her, and his best friend Hoyt remained unmarried because he still pined for her. Savannah wondered if twenty five years from now would she and Lexi be with each other, two MILFs growing old together?

“Hold on a minute.”

Savannah stood up, her hair dripping wet, and dug into her purse, pulling out her cell phone.

“You should just relax.”

“It's OK.” Savannah leaned back into the chair. As Tamara continued to work on her hair Savannah texted Lexi.

Where r u?

At the hotel

We are getting our hair done

I'm bald, remember?

I'll text you before we start our nails, so you don't have to worry about your rug. Please come. Miss you.

OK. Text me when you are done with your hair.

Lexi sensed the unease in the room. Savannah was standing, her jaw taut, while Charlotte was next to Savannah, looking nervous. Only KC was seated, a smug smile on her face. The three women looked beautiful, two blondes and a brunette, their hair just having been professionally styled.

KC stared at Lexi and made her feel paranoid. Did KC suspect the true reason Lexi missed the hair appointment? Lexi kew that to a casual observer her hair appeared to be a vibrant mane of chestnut curls. Her hair was long and luxurious, and cascaded halfway down her back. But in reality her hair was a wig and underneath the big brown rug Lexi was as bald as a billiard ball. Even her eyebrows were drawn on. But no matter how hard Lexi tried to keep her wig a secret it seemed like everyone always found out eventually.

But Lexi's attention was quickly drawn to Savannah. Savannah was standing there, her arms crossed, her love handles hanging over her skinny jeans. There was only so much Spanx could do, and Spanx was helpless against Savannah's enormous behind.

Lexi imagined what Savannah had eaten for breakfast. She had the appetite of a lumberjack.

“Sorry I'm late girls. Did I miss anything?”

“You look fucking amazing Lexi.”

Lexi ignored KC's comment. “Did ya'll have breakfast yet?”

Charlotte and Savannah exchanged guilty looks. “We – uh – hit the buffet this mornin'.”

“They still in business?” Lexi joked.

“Very funny skinny girl. We just had ourselves a bit of some waffles, eggs, and biscuits.”

“With syrup, gravy, and gobs of butter I bet,” Lexi added. “They run the ice cream machine in the morning?”

Again Charlotte and Savannah exchanged a look.

“No,” Savannah lied.

“So y'all had a small breakfast,” Lexi commented, reaching over and patting Savannah's belly. She pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh.

It was ironic. What was most embarrassing to each other them turned the other on. While Lexi was fascinated with Savannah's big butt, Savannah was turned on by Lexi's hairless body. If Savannah's skirt split or Lexi's wig slipped it would bring the other to orgasm. But they only played out those scenarios in private.

Lexi wondered if they ever would play their private games again. McDonald's had been amazing, yet could she let herself fall for Savannah again? The real problem was that Lexi had never gotten over Savannah in the first place.

“So you got here in time for your nails,” Charlotte commented, gently separating Savannah from Lexi. Lexi felt a pang of guilt for Charlotte. The whole weekend Savannah and Lexi had alternating from being at each other's throats to trying to hump each other.

Lexi suppressed her initial surge of attraction and soon settled into easy banter with Savannah, Charlotte, and even KC as they got their nails done. Lexi enjoyed the gossip and the girly talk. In her experience, far too many lesbians were butch and she didn't go for that. She liked her girls both big and girly, and she had yet to find any that measured up to Savannah.

Lexi was having fun, but overall the trip had been a failure. She was hoping for closure, but instead she found herself wanting Savannah more than ever. Even worse, the divorce gave Lexi a glimmer of hope, but Savannah would not change. Lexi knew the real reason behind Savannah staying in the closet, yet it still felt like she was ashamed to be with her. Lexi needed to last one more night, and then like a painful band aid being ripped off, she would fly back to Atlanta, away from Savannah Hill and her gorgeous ba-donka-donk.

Description
The reception area of Vain Salon and Spa was appointed in an modern art deco style. The Spanish imported marble tile which covered the floor was ebony with delicate white veining. A single Matisse print was displayed on the glossy white walls, and the area was lit with soft recessed lighting. The room was designed to be stylish and inviting. It held the promise of a relaxing day spent in pampered luxury.

The area was supervised by a lone receptionist. She was pretty, but not too pretty, and chubby enough that the clientele could relate to her, but definitely not fat. She sat idly and watched as the three women argued, a cheerful expression glued to her face despite the conversation taking place being anything but cheerful.

“Where is Lexi?” KC spat at Savannah.

Savannah shrugged her shoulders. “How should I know?”

“I figured you'd know because you snuck away with her last night. Where the hell did you two run off to?” KC snapped.

Savannah's face flushed as she thought of the late night McDonald's run.

“Calm down KC,” Charlotte said, gently resting her hand on her sister's shoulder. “Lexi will get here when she can. Don't be so uptight. Let's go get our hair done.”

That's when Savannah realized the true reason for Lexi's tardiness. With Lexi, it was all about her wig. Lexi was a complete chickenshit when it came to the wig. Their college days were peppered with the excuses and lies Lexi told to prevent her secret from being discovered.

With a look of relief on her still smiling face, the chubby but not too chubby receptionist ushered the three women women into the salon area. The salon area boasted eight state of the art styling stations. The adjustable black leather chairs gleamed in the light, and Savannah had a momentary pang of panic as she envisioned getting stuck in one of the chairs. But Savannah wasn't that big – yet. She had memories of her mother getting stuck in her chair at the hospitality suite at a Cowboys game.

It had taken two ex-linemen to get pry the former Cowboys cheerleader out. Savannah figured Debbie was around two hundred sixty pounds, roughly sixty pounds heaver than Savannah's current weight, plus Debbie was two inches shorter, standing only five foot four.

“Hi I'm Tamara Fulton-Diaz. I'll be your stylist.”

Tamara Fulton-Diaz was a young Hispanic woman. Her black hair was shorn on one side and long on the other. Her hair had a funky purple streak and her left arm was covered in a full sleeve of tattoos. She was slender with a junky-skinny physique. Looking at the brightly colored collage of tattoos on Tamara's arm reminded Savannah that she had nearly gotten Lexi's name tattooed on her rump. Fortunately she hadn't, or it would have made her marriage to Zach even more awkward.

Savannah flipped through Tamara's styling book and elected to have her hair cut, curled, and highlighted. In her youth Savannah's hair was pale blonde, but during her teenage years it had darkened to a dirty blonde and she had been lightening it ever since. Savannah normally didn't curl her hair, as it didn't fit with her tough state trooper image, but she wanted to look nice for the wedding, and to look nice for one bridesmaid in particular.

KC was seating to her immediate left, while Charlotte was across the room. That left the Savannah and KC next to each other without a referee to intervene.

“Are you getting a dye job Savannah?”

“Speak for yourself KC,” Savannah snorted. KC's hair was styled in Victoria Beckham wanna-be wedge cut. It was dyed a platinum blonde, but her dark roots were evident.

“Kids, don't make me come over there!” Charlotte sang from across the room.

“I'm going to steal your woman away from you,” KC whispered.

“She's not my woman!” Savannah protested, nearly jumping from her chair.

“I'm just messin' with ya,” KC laughed. “I can't imagine a little hottie like Lexi hooking up with your fat ass.”

Savannah gripped the arm of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the tension. As a state trooper she dealt with assholes on a daily basis, and she had learned to stay calm in some pretty fucked up situations. But KC was really working on her nerves. Charlotte had warned her that KC was jealous over Savannah being the Maid of Honor.

Savannah gradually loosened her grip on the chair and shut her eyes as her stylist worked on her. Tamara dutifully rinsed Savannah's hair over a basin. It was amazing that Lexi inspired lust not only in heterosexual men but also heterosexual women. Savannah wanted to be with Lexi, but she didn't know if she was equipped to deal with the drama of coming out as a lesbian.

Savannah had seen what Lexi went through when she came out of the closet. But Lexi was a natural rebel, always doing the opposite of what her perfectionist mother wished. Savannah on the other hand, had always been daddy's girl. Hank Hill was a West Texas man. He loved cars, guns, cold beer, and fat women. Daddy just wouldn't understand. There wasn't an ounce of Brokeback Mountain in Hank Hill.

If things worked out with Lexi Savannah would need to tell Debbie first. Savannah's mother as smart as her father, but in many ways she was less naive.

“Are you falling asleep on me?” Tamara commented as she finished rinsing Savannah's hair.

“Just thinking things over.” Savannah stopped herself before saying anything further. She wasn't about to confide in the stylist while Charlotte's kid sister was in earshot.

“You have such thick hair and beautiful skin. Have you ever thought about being a model?”

Savannah's laugh came out hard and fast, more like a snort than a laugh. Savannah stood five foot six, weighed two hundred pounds, and had an ass the size of a beach ball. To her annoyance she heard KC tittering as well.

“I don't think Kate Upton has anything to worry about.”

Tamara paused as she retrieved her scissors from the workbench.

“You don't need to be built like Barbie to be a model nowadays. Anyway, what woman is really built like Barbie, Señorita?”

Savannah immediately thought of Lexi's mother, Ally Ryder. Ally was tall and had an enormous boob job, but she was every bit as bald as Lexi. If Ally swapped out her brunette wig for a blonde one she would be a living barbie doll. If Lexi and Savannah both took after their mothers then Lexi was destined to be a wiggy MILF and Savannah was destined to be a two hundred and sixty pound butterball.

But Savannah could end up a lot worse than turning out like Debbie. Debbie was still sexy despite her size, or perhaps, because of it. Hank doted on her, and his best friend Hoyt remained unmarried because he still pined for her. Savannah wondered if twenty five years from now would she and Lexi be with each other, two MILFs growing old together?

“Hold on a minute.”

Savannah stood up, her hair dripping wet, and dug into her purse, pulling out her cell phone.

“You should just relax.”

“It's OK.” Savannah leaned back into the chair. As Tamara continued to work on her hair Savannah texted Lexi.

Where r u?

At the hotel

We are getting our hair done

I'm bald, remember?

I'll text you before we start our nails, so you don't have to worry about your rug. Please come. Miss you.

OK. Text me when you are done with your hair.

Lexi sensed the unease in the room. Savannah was standing, her jaw taut, while Charlotte was next to Savannah, looking nervous. Only KC was seated, a smug smile on her face. The three women looked beautiful, two blondes and a brunette, their hair just having been professionally styled.

KC stared at Lexi and made her feel paranoid. Did KC suspect the true reason Lexi missed the hair appointment? Lexi kew that to a casual observer her hair appeared to be a vibrant mane of chestnut curls. Her hair was long and luxurious, and cascaded halfway down her back. But in reality her hair was a wig and underneath the big brown rug Lexi was as bald as a billiard ball. Even her eyebrows were drawn on. But no matter how hard Lexi tried to keep her wig a secret it seemed like everyone always found out eventually.

But Lexi's attention was quickly drawn to Savannah. Savannah was standing there, her arms crossed, her love handles hanging over her skinny jeans. There was only so much Spanx could do, and Spanx was helpless against Savannah's enormous behind.

Lexi imagined what Savannah had eaten for breakfast. She had the appetite of a lumberjack.

“Sorry I'm late girls. Did I miss anything?”

“You look fucking amazing Lexi.”

Lexi ignored KC's comment. “Did ya'll have breakfast yet?”

Charlotte and Savannah exchanged guilty looks. “We – uh – hit the buffet this mornin'.”

“They still in business?” Lexi joked.

“Very funny skinny girl. We just had ourselves a bit of some waffles, eggs, and biscuits.”

“With syrup, gravy, and gobs of butter I bet,” Lexi added. “They run the ice cream machine in the morning?”

Again Charlotte and Savannah exchanged a look.

“No,” Savannah lied.

“So y'all had a small breakfast,” Lexi commented, reaching over and patting Savannah's belly. She pressed her fingertips into the soft flesh.

It was ironic. What was most embarrassing to each other them turned the other on. While Lexi was fascinated with Savannah's big butt, Savannah was turned on by Lexi's hairless body. If Savannah's skirt split or Lexi's wig slipped it would bring the other to orgasm. But they only played out those scenarios in private.

Lexi wondered if they ever would play their private games again. McDonald's had been amazing, yet could she let herself fall for Savannah again? The real problem was that Lexi had never gotten over Savannah in the first place.

“So you got here in time for your nails,” Charlotte commented, gently separating Savannah from Lexi. Lexi felt a pang of guilt for Charlotte. The whole weekend Savannah and Lexi had alternating from being at each other's throats to trying to hump each other.

Lexi suppressed her initial surge of attraction and soon settled into easy banter with Savannah, Charlotte, and even KC as they got their nails done. Lexi enjoyed the gossip and the girly talk. In her experience, far too many lesbians were butch and she didn't go for that. She liked her girls both big and girly, and she had yet to find any that measured up to Savannah.

Lexi was having fun, but overall the trip had been a failure. She was hoping for closure, but instead she found herself wanting Savannah more than ever. Even worse, the divorce gave Lexi a glimmer of hope, but Savannah would not change. Lexi knew the real reason behind Savannah staying in the closet, yet it still felt like she was ashamed to be with her. Lexi needed to last one more night, and then like a painful band aid being ripped off, she would fly back to Atlanta, away from Savannah Hill and her gorgeous ba-donka-donk.