“Well come on already! We don't have a moment to lose!” Fago said as she patted the cushioned stool with her danity hand. “We've already wasted enough time already!”

I nodded my head and slowly I started to walk over to the wooden stool. I took a deep breath and eased my bottom down upon the cushioned stool. Fago shook her head first to the left and then to the right and then in a clearly annoyed tone of voice she said to me.

“Okay! Stand back up!” She said as she placed her hand upon her forehead. “Because if your going to wear a dress, you need to learn how to act while your wearing a dress. If you just act like a boy who's just put on a dress for the first time in his life. Then everybody in bloody Clock Town will know that something is up. And then we'll find you floating face down in the dirty water in the laundry pool by midmorning. Your face as pale as a sheet. And stiff as a board.”

My eyes went as wide as serving plates. And I quickly stood right up.

“Now, fold your dress under your bottom and hold it in place with both of your hands. Then ease your bottom down and bring your hands into your lap, once they're in your lap fold them. The reason for this is two fold, one you want people to think you a girl, and by your age girls have mastered the art of standing up, sitting down, and moving around in dresses. Because their mothers have corrected them enough times they do second nature. And two, when you're prancing around Clock Town, you want other women to think your a woman. Trust me, women can pick up on little things. And women love to gossip just as much as men, And if a woman acts strange, the women of Clock Town are quick to pick up on that.”

“Goddess.” I muttered under my breath.

“You better pray to the Goddess, because your way over your head. Now, do it again, just as I told you.” Fago said as she placed her balled up first upon her hips.

I did as I was told. And for a brief fleeting moment I thought Fago was happy. Because she peered at me for a long moment her eyes traveling up and down my beanpole thin frame. Her eyes seemed to rest on my legs. She then raised an eyebrow. She then shook her head from left to right and then she walked away, puzzled. I sat there and titled my head to one side and then I titled it to the other. Moments later she returned holding a long, slender, pointer with a lead tip.

And then without giving me a warning she cracked the pointer across my legs.

“Ouch! What was that for!”

“Young ladies sit with their legs together!” Fago Shouted. “If you sit down at the soda bare or the local cafe with your legs spread open like that, people will think something up! The girls, will be the first to notice and start to whisper and the boys would think you're looking to get picked up. Trust me, I know plenty of girls your age who are more than happy to sell themselves for a handfull of green rupees. Sex is cheap here if you know where to look. And you can always spot those kind of girls by the way they present themselves. Low bodice dresses with their breast about to pop out. Sitting with their legs wide open at the soda fountain counter top. Wearing enough make-up to put a gleeman to shame and wearing enough perfume to make you gag.” Fago scolded.

“You did not have to strike me!” I countered.

“A little little pain often goes a long way in making the lesson stick.” Fago countered.

I muttered something under my breath and a moment later I felt the sharp strike of the wooden pointer again. I hissed and quickly brought my legs together.

“Now you're learning Lassie.” She said smiling as she walked around me. “Back straight now, posture is very important to a young lady. Belly tight, chest out. Walk in measured strides. These are things most mothers drill into their daughters from a very young age. So when their your age, it's almost second nature to them.” Fago said as she struck the wooden floor with the wooden pointer.

“I thought I was here to get a haircut.” I mutter under my breath.

“And so you are. And you will as soon as you correct your pasture.” Fago said. “Also if you mutter under your breath again I will give you another taste of the pointer. That is another lesson you need to learn, that young ladies do not mutter under their breath. If they have something to say, they say it loud enough for everybody to hear.”

I tried to correct myself. And it seemed my efforts won the approval of Fago who just nodded her head and smiled as she peered toward me. She then turned away and walked toward the corner of the room/ She returned a few moments later with what appeared to a old bedsheet. She quickly drapped the sheet around me and fastened it tightly around my neck.

“Now, we don't have time for anything really fancy,so I'm just going to go ahead and trim the dead-ends, remove the split-ends, and give it a nice shape. Thankfully it's fashionable for girls to get their pictures taken with their hair down. It's also fashionable for the girls to wear a viel and white gloves. Now, just in case nobody has told you, things have changed since the time our moms got their photos taken. Back then, back in the stone age, you could only wear one type of dress. That was the traditional bridal dress, you know floor length, short puffy sleeved, white gloves, and white vail. Well times have changed, and now you have the freedom to choose.” Fago said as she reached down and picked up a wooden boar bristle hair comb.

“What the oher dress?” I said and ten I felt my eyes go even wider as Fago started to brush y hair. I felt myself almost starting to melt as she ran the bristles through my hair. It felt amazing!

“The second dress is more of a new, and what I'll consider a more fashionable dress. It strapless, and no you don't need breast for it. My friend Hlyia, who works there part time amazing at lacing girls up and knows all kind of neat little tricks to give a girl a good boost. That dress is also floor length, and also comes with a white veil, the only difference is the gloves, the gloves are what we call opera length. Meaning they come up to right below your elbows. With your color hair, I'll lean more toward the new strapless style dress. And for the flower's you'll be holding I'll have to go with white lilies.” Fago said as she eased the brush down.

“Hylia and I went to prime school together. We're pretty much best friends, she is a really sweet girl. And I promise she'll look after you. And trust me, if you're going to live the rest of your life as 'Marin' you are going to need friends to look after you.” Fago Said sighing, “Now, hold still. I don't want to cut more hair than I need to!”

Several heartbeats passed, those heartbeats became moments of peaceful silence followed, and the only sound that could be heard was the snipping of the metal sears. I felt my jump right into my throat as I watched my treasured, pretty blonde strands of hair fall down upon the wooden floorboards of the Fago room. Fago though seemed to be in a world of her own.

“Oh Goddess.” She said at last. “How long has it been since you'd last had a proper haircut?” She said setting it up. “Because your hair really needs to be thinned out! And how often do you really brush your hair. And no, I don't mean just washing it and running a brush through it a dozen times and tying it back. I mean a proper brushing, at least one hundred strokes.

I blushed a little.

“Answer me, or I swear going to leave that chair with a pixie cut”

“I brush my hair out about once a week!

“Answer me, or I swear your going to leave that chair with a pixie cut!”

“I brush my hair out about once a week! Sometimes twice a week!” I said blushing.

“... Okay before you leave for that ranch you call a home. You and I need to sit down and have a long talk about hair care. Because there's more to having long hair than just washing it every time the mood takes you. You also have to wash it, brush it, and learn what styles are popular.” Fago said as she resumed clipping.

I went silent.

:I;m not trying to be mean about this,I'm just trying to point out some things.” Fago then paused, “I will say though,for a boy you have some really pretty hair. Almost too pretty, I know some girls who will sell their soul to have the shade of blonde you have. It truly is the shade of blonde hair that belongs for princess.”

“Mom often say the Goddess of Time must have played a mean trick on. She said I was supposed to have been born a girl. But at the last moment she believed I'd been switched by the Trickster.” I said blushing a little. That statement caused Fago to ease down the clippers.

“That is an old fool's tale. Every mother believes that when a baby comes out a different sex than what she had hoped for, the soul of the child had been switched by the 'Evil Tricksters' Majora.” Fago said.

I paused.

“Oh right I'm not supposed to mutter that name this close to the Carnival of Time am I? It's supposed to bring bad luck or something?”

“I heard there is a group of people in the world, even some here in Clock Town that worship Majora, instead of worshipping the Three Goddess and the four guardian giants.” I said.

“Fago said nothing for a few moments instead she focused on her work. After a few moments she eased the clippers down and sighed as she started to brush a few stray hairs away from the cape I was wearing. Her carefree face seemed tense.

“Listen to me Main.” She said, taking a deep breath, “Don't go around naming that name, their people like you said in Clock Town who worship Majora, instead of the three golden goddesses and the four guardian giants.” Fago sighed. “Not only in Clock Town but all across the world. Those people have evil in their hearts. The Spirit of Majora is supposed to feed on the malice that dwells in these people's hearts. It uses that malice to empower them. To channel their frustrations, their troubles into raw power.”

I swallowed hard.

“They're really active around The Carnival of Time.” Fago smiled a little as she removed the cape from me.

“Okay you're done. And before you go, you and I need to have a small little talk. Trust me, its going to be brief.” Fago smiling. “A sister to sister talk.” She added quickly.

End of Chapter 6