My Brother's Girlfriend Chapter 10: A Coming-Out Haircut




“Now Hector, what was it you were going to tell us?”  Jason said, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Mom, do I have to?”  Hector pleaded to Isabel, making a sad sight indeed.  Seeing this huge guy slumped over and begging for his mommy’s help.

Isabel shook her head and said, “You’ve kept this from us for too long.  Besides, if your father was here yesterday afternoon, he would no already.  You and Shego were so loud.”

Jason’s eye twitched as he asked, “Do not tell me that you’re involved with your sister.”

“Oh gross.  No fucking way would I ever be involved with someone who can’t even wash his own socks!” Shego yelled, disgusted at the very idea of it.

Hector then mumbled in response, “I don’t think you’re going to like who I’m dating either way.”

“Mommy, our show is on, can we go and watch?”  The twins looked at their mother impatiently.

“As soon as this is over,” she said as she smiled down at them.

“Why do I have to be here anyways?  I mean, it’s so obvious what this is about,” Martin said as he slouched into the chair.

“This is a family matter, so the whole family should hear it.  Now Hector, either you say it or I do.  Or maybe you would like Sharona to say it for you, would that be better?” Isabel slightly mocked her son.  Shego even ignored the ‘Sharona’ bit, knowing her mom wanted everything to be real in this meeting.

“Fine.  I’m going out with someone named Sasha!” Hector bursted out.

“And how does this affect the family?” Jason said annoyed.

“Jason, hush.  I don’t care if you’re missing work, this is important.  Now when are we going to meet her?” Isabel asked, knowing that Hector would have to correct her.

Barely able to talk, Hector placed his hands in his lap and look down while saying,
“S-sasha is a… a g-guy.”

Jason’s eyes widened, “S-so you’re… my son, the star quarterback is a faggot!” he said, somewhat dazed.  There was no hate in his voice, but shock, and disappointment.  

“Jason, don’t use that word,” Isabel warned him

“And what is wrong with being gay?” Shego said threateningly to her father.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong about it.  How the hell do you think this is going to affect my campaign for re-election?!”

“Is that all you care about, your stupid election?”  Shego yelled. This was quickly becoming a screaming contest between father and daughter, with Martin moping, the twins confused, Hector slumped over, and Isabel observing.

“How dare you!  Who do you think puts food on the table, and pays for your clothes?”

“Even if you weren’t the mayor, we’d be well off.  Dad, we fucking own the city, it’s named after our ancestors for fucking sake!  And it’s not like you’re the only one to earn money.  Last time I checked, mom earns over half of what we have!”

“What about the rumors that will pass, that my eldest son, my pride and joy is a queer?”

“When, then your pride and joy is a queer, and your little girl is a dyke!” Shego  screamed, then a look of shock covered her face, and everyone’s face except for Isabel’s.

“What did you say?” Jason said.

“I said,” Shego took a deep breath before continuing, “I am a lesbian.”

“Finally,” Isabel said with a sigh of relief.

“You knew?” Jason looked at his wife suspiciously.

“You would know too, if you ever paid attention to your children.  But you’re always off at work, which you don’t even need to be, and you know it.  You didn’t even know that you’re daughter was almost-“

“Don’t say it Mom,” Shego warned.

“No, he need to hear what he  missed while he was at the office.”

“Not in front of them!” Shego hissed, pointing at her brothers.

“Fine, all boys out,” Isabel sighed, realizing that this what not something the boys should hear, at least the younger ones.  The boys hurried out of the room, the twins glad that they would finally be able to watch cartoons.

“So what was that you were saying?” Jason asked, somewhat calmer but there was still a bit of red at his ears.

“Your daughter, when she was fifteen, was almost raped,” Isabel said as calmly as she could.

Jason just blankly stared at Shego, waiting for some conformation.  Shego grudgingly nodded.

“When did this happen?” He asked, not really wanting to know.

“A month after the incident,” Shego said, “How do you think I got this?”   She lit up her hands, “How do you think any of us got our powers?  I had no choice to push him off, and when my strength failed, these,” The plasma glow grew, “showed up and saved me.  What did you think, that it just randomly showed up?”   Tears started to run down her face.  “I can’t take it in here anymore!”  She said as she ran out.

She ran up the stairs in her room, locked her door, and silently cried into her pillow.  The tears were short lived, and she soon got up.  She fingered her hair, realizing that she hadn’t cut it since that day.  

It was a sign of her mourning over him, and the hate he had caused to grow in her.  'The time for mourning is over I guess' she thought and sighed.  She went up to the mirror and grabbed her hair, then lit up her hands.  

A large mass of hair fell to the ground, leaving her with hair that almost reached her shoulders.

She heard a knock on her door and turned around, “Come in.”

Isabel came in and began talking, “Are you alright hon...” She stopped as she saw Shego’s hair on the floor, “Well, that’s going to charity.”

“Yeah, whatever.  Can you help me even out my ends?”  She held a pair of scissors out to her mother.

Isabel smiled and approached her daughter, “Would you like some bangs as well?  You left alone that hair that covers your eye, so it should be fine.”

“Whatever, just make it look good,” Shego said as she sat down and looked in the mirror.

The two women sat in silence for a while Isabel slowly cut and snipped, until the silence was broken, “I’m proud of you Shego.  You’ve been through a lot that others would break at.”

“I guess,” Shego said, not really believing her.

“I know you can’t compare your situation to others, but think about those who have lost a limb.  Some keep living their lives, while others just give in and let their disability rule them,” She starting brushing her daughter’s hair.

“I think I gained from that comet, I don’t see what I lost.  I already was a bitchy, martial arts cheerleader in training.  All that’s different is that I’m green, can shoot plasma, and am cheerleading captain.”

“And how many wicked witch of the west jokes have you heard in your life?” Isabel said, already knowing the answer.

“Fine, but after the first few, they learned not to say anything.”

“Well, either way, I’m proud of you, Sharone, Emilia Go,”  Isabel put down the brush, and was done.

Before looking at her mother’s finished work, Shego turned and asked, “I understand the Emilia bit, I get the tradition, but what the hell is with Sharona?”

Isabel giggled as she said, “You may not know this, but your father took my name.  If I had taken his, your last name would have been  Go-Downe.  And he wanted to name you Sheila.”

Shego blinked and then said, “Thank you mommy.”

“That’s alright, now what do you think of your new look?”

Shego turned to the mirror and was shocked at her new hair.  It had lost its waves, instead, it was now straight and went right below her ears.  On her forehead, there were straight black bangs that barely covered her eyebrows.  It was completely different from her old hair, but it was still nice.  She also felt extremely light.

“Wow, I feel so… free,” She did a test twirl, and felt nothing cross over her back.

“That’s what happens when you lose about ten pounds of hair.  I guess that’s going to Locks of Love, they’ll love us for this donation.”  Isabel grabbed a ribbon and tied the ends of the hair together, then picked it up, “Night honey.”

“Night Mom,” Shego said as she fingered the ends of her hair.

Isabel left silently, and carried the locks downstairs and got out a box to put them in to mail it away to ‘Locks of Love’.  A few children would be able to have wigs from that much hair.

As Isabel was packing the hair, Shego decided to try out her new look with her new dress, to see if it would actually look good.

After putting on the dress, she looked in the mirror, and saw that it looked even better on her with short hair then with long.  She then grabbed a pink flower from her desk and stuck it in her hair, loving what she saw.

“Maybe Kim will like it,” She pondered aloud, wondering what would be the redhead’s reaction to her completely new look.  Well, almost completely new look.  It would only be completely new if she lost the green skin.