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"His Mother's Hair, Chapter II A" By Melissa Anne Curling Grandma's Visit Author's note: Thank you all so much for the kind responses to the first two parts of this continuing story. There is, of course, a strong hair related theme to this part but not the intense roller scenes that have gone on previously. But, as time goes on, Wendy will get back to rolling hair; that's for sure. There is concern that Part Ib was not as well received as the first because there were so few reviews of that story and so many of the first one. We don't want Wendy to get her feelings hurt, do we? Parts II b, c, d and so on will each deal with a full day of Grandma's visit. Wendy's going to have so much fun you won't believe it! "His Mother's Hair, Chapter II A": Wendy was sitting on the living room couch trying to relax while he waited for his grandmother to arrive. He had no idea what she would think when she saw him dressed as he was not to mention the cute bouffant flip that was now his hairstyle. He had just finished lightly brushing his mother's hair into her usual style. This time he mostly observed while his mother fixed her hair in her signature style. She had those loose curls hanging below the shoulders, hair brushed back from the forehead, a little teased lift at the crown, and corkscrew tendrils at each temple. Madge loved it when her hair was 'just so'. She had teased her hair slightly demonstrating the technique to Wendy but did that abruptly because her mother, Wilma, was due within the hour. Using the hand mirror, Madge showed Wendy how to use his fingers and her pick to give her hair that perfect lift without much teasing. She then showed Wendy how to twist and pull the wispy curls in front of her temples until they were perfect tendrils. Wendy was fascinated by the process and watched intently. "This means so much to me, Wendy. Having you help me with my shampoo and set and then style my hair for me is a dream come true," Madge sincerely said. "Mother, it was such fun. Please let me do it again," Wendy said. Then added so playfully, "Madame, that will be $25 please," and he turned the palm of his right hand upward while sticking his bottom out slightly and bending a little at the waist. Madge had a soulful laugh at his comedy. "Just one more thing, come upstairs with me for a minute," Madge said. Wendy followed his mother up the stairs and into her room. "We just need to finish off our hairdos with some hair spray. Stand in front of the mirror, Darling and let me show you how to do this," Madge said. "There's a method of doing everything!" Wendy thought. Wendy took position in front of the mirror and his mother demonstrated her spray technique. "This is easy, Wendy. A quick spray is all you need. You hold your arm out like so. Not too far, about 8 or ten inches. When you spray, keep your arm moving in circles and a nice even cloud of hair spray will settle on your hairdo and keep your style in place. Honey, we're out of time so let me spray your hair for you. You can do this to yourself next time." Madge gave Wendy's hair an adequate dose of her best hair spray and he headed downstairs to wait for his grandmother. He noticed a little different feel to his hair now and was quite taken by the new feminine scent swirling around his head as he carefully walked down the stairs. There was no one there to witness it, but if there had been, they would have seen him at the bottom of the stairs using his palm to twice nudge the underside of the flip in his bouffant in an 'oh, so girlish' manner. When Madge was doing the final check of her appearance before going downstairs to greet her mom, she took one last look in the mirror and noticed a spot on her blouse. It had to be changed- criticism from her mother was not something she could easily bare. There was nothing else that she had to go with the lightweight summer slacks she was wearing so she went into her walk-in closet to find another complete outfit. Wendy went to the living room and sat on the couch as his mother suggested. He started flipping through some of the hair styling magazines that she had set out for him earlier. He was very distracted as his senses were virtually on overload. He was alone for the first time since he had been working in the kitchen early that morning and the solitude was welcome but he was distracted by everything immediately surrounding him. He was all of the way back on the couch so his legs were sticking straight out in front of him. The first item drawing his attention were his new black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. He loved the way his new shoes looked on his feet and was amazed at how perfectly they fit. They were just so comfortable and yet so pretty. He thought about his 'boy' dress shoes felt on his feet but the very thought made him uncomfortable. He couldn't believe how glossy his new shoes were and with the anklet socks he was wearing, thought that they made his feet look juvenile. He really didn't care because they were just so darn cute! He rotated his ankles back and forth slightly enjoying the way the sunlight danced as it reflected off of his Mary Jane's. He concentrated on the lace of his anklet socks, "I love my new socks, too," he thought. And then with a quizzical look on his face, "It's summer. I wonder why Auntie bought me black shoes instead of white?" He tapped the toes of his shoes together and then the heels- he even loved the way they sounded. So much so it gave him goose bumps. He had enjoyed walking across the carpet in his new shoes because his little foot slipped a little with every step. Although it was summer, when he walked across the living room on the way to the couch, as his foot would slip a little he imagined skating across an ice pond on a sunny day in the middle of winter. He thought about how good it would feel to wear some heavy feminine leggings and a cozy pink winter jacket while gliding gracefully across the ice. The picture in his mind's eye he had seen many times. Last winter a lady in the neighborhood wore the outfit in his mind every time he saw her at the ice pond. When she was there she couldn't take his eyes off of her. He didn't know her name or who she was but he marveled at her grace and femininity as she skated across the ice. She always wore a stocking cap and had several inches of pale blonde hair sticking out of the bottom of the cap. Wendy thought that he would much rather have a head full of loose curls so he could! feel the crisp cool winter air flow through them as he skated across the ice. "If I could skate across the ice without falling," he sadly thought. But this brought his mind to his hair. He thought about how that really was him in the mirror a little while ago. He could see his hair if he looked as far to the left and to the right as he could while keeping his head still. He wondered if he could see the little flip at the end of his darling hairdo but didn't have a mirror handy so he twisted his head from side to side until he caught a glimpse of the upturned end of his bouffant. When he did, he felt the pace of his heartbeat quicken and he brought his hand to his chest. It was just so exciting. It really was his hair. He even caught a whiff of its scent and realized that it was the same aroma that he loved so much in his mother's hair. "My barrette! I wonder if it's still there?" he thought in a panic. This was all so dreamlike that he didn't want it to end. He knew that right side of his head felt differently from the left when he twirled his hair. He slowly raised his right hand up to his hair worried that the delicate barrette wouldn't be there. He lightly touched it with his fingers and he felt a wave of satisfaction flow through his body. The tips of his fingers lingered there for a few moments while he felt the hair that was encased in the barrette. It just felt so good to him that it brought a smile to his lips. He looked down at his pastel green top and thought about how this must be the first time he ever wore that color! His shorts were plain and white but they gave him a feeling of inner peace that he could not explain. Then he thought about his panties. He closed his eyes and softly said out loud, "My panties, I'm really wearing panties ... " He reached down and rubbed his shorts wishing he could touch them with his hand to be sure they were still there. His concentration was interrupted by the slam of a car door. "Finally! I thought I 'd never get here!" the familiar voice bellowed loud enough that he could hear it through the open screened windows. Wendy's tummy tensed up. His mother's Teen Hairstyles magazine was open on his lap and he had just found a picture of the cutest girl and her hair was almost the same color as his. Her hair was gathered up at the crown and finished with countless perfectly formed ringlets. She had little wispy curls framing her face and even along the hairline at her neck. "I can't lose this picture!" he thought hurriedly flipping the spread open magazine down on the couch. He was so worried about his Grandmother's reaction to his mode of dress and hairstyle although he thought she would like them. He just couldn't be sure and was very nervous to the point of trembling. Madge was upstairs trying to figure out what she would wear and didn't hear her mother arrive. Her stomach also tensed just thinking about her mother's arrival. Wilma, Wendy's Grandma, went to the door, knocked with firm wraps of her knuckles, then opened the door and walked right in as if it was her house. "I'm here everybody!" she yelled. Not receiving a response of any kind, she yelled, "Where is everybody?! Are you all deaf!" she yelled. At that point, Madge couldn't help but hear her mother even though she was inside her walk-in closet. She said out loud to the feminine clothes hanging there, "Here we go." Madge literally grabbed the first thing she saw and quickly changed her clothes. This was very unlike her as everything about her appearance had to be perfect. Downstairs . . . "Where is that grandson of mine. Come and give your Grammy a big hug!" she yelled into the air of the foyer. When no one came to greet her or yelled a response back, she started to explore the house looking for her daughter or grandson. She first walked into the living room looking for signs of life. As she entered the living room she abruptly stopped noticing the young person on the couch. She uttered in amazement, "Madge ...What the ... no ... who ... it's Madge ... no, it can't be ... Wendell... oh my heavens, is that you? ... Is that really you?" Wendy decided not to move. He loved his grandma and enjoyed his time with her but, to say the least, she could be a little bit overbearing. She walked over to him and stood in front of him almost out of breath from the site before her. Now with a soft voice, she said, "Wendell, you gave me quite a start. Stand up and let me have a look at you." The boy's grandmother smiled and reached out with both hands to help him up. She stepped back to take in the sight of the feminine boy before her. Wilma was holding his fingertips and she had her arms stretched out in front of her, as did Wendy. They were just that far apart. After a few moments she smiled and said, "You are as pretty as a picture. You startled me because you could be your mother's twin sister when she was your age. Same hairstyle exactly. I loved that style then and I love it now even after all of this time. Come and give your Grammy a hug!" Wilma exclaimed as she pulled Wendy toward her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held him close but gently and said, "I'm so glad, so glad, Wendell. I've been very worried about you ever since you stayed with me. I could tell that you had a delicate ... yes, uh ... delicate nature. I came here to talk to your Mom about you and suggest that she might consider ... well, it's not important. What's done is done. I wish I had known. I would have slept a lot better lately," Wilma said as she leaned her head forward to tenderly kiss him on the top of his head and did so. "Your hair smells so sweet, honey. How did you come get to wear your hair so pretty and to get it smelling so nice? Tell your old Grammy," she prodded. "Grammy, would you please let my head loose a little. I'm afraid you're going to muss my hair," Wendy said with genuine girlish concern. "Of course, honey, I wouldn't want to ruin your pretty hair," Wilma said surprised at what she just heard. Wilma let loose of her grandson and looked at him straight on. Wendell proceeded to explain the events of the prior day. After a little 'hemming and hawing', and a great deal of prodding from his grandmother, he finally admitted to her that he had slept with his hair in rollers and wore his mother's nightgown to bed that same night. "So, did you style your hair that way or did your mom?" Wilma asked. "Oh, no Grammy, I don't know how yet. Mother styled my hair a little while ago. Then she sprayed it with her hair spray after she put this darling barrette in my hair," he said pointing to it. His grandma hugged him gently this time and said, "Ah, that's why your hair smells so, so good. Must be the hair spray. I used that same spray for a while. Your mom gave me some." "You know that outfit is simply darling on you! I could just eat you up!" Wilma said with a glow. "I love the color of that top." "I picked this color because I thought it would remind you of your garden, Grammy. I have a yellow one and a pink one just like it but I wore this one for you," Wendy shared and his grandmother smiled broadly. "You have to be the sweetest grandson on earth!" she beamed. "And, Auntie Andrea used the same shampoo to wash my hair that Mommie uses. And the same setting lotion, too!" Wendy explained getting more and more comfortable and wanting to refocus the conversation on his hair. "Of course, honey. That's nice," Wilma said distracted now by the thought of her daughters. "Speaking of your Aunt Arlene, where is she? And your mother for that matter." Wilma asked. "Auntie said she was going to get her car washed and that she would be back later. When Mother asked Auntie how much later, she just said 'later' and left, like she was mad," Wendell replied. Arlene wasn't angry, but she sometimes had an abrupt way about her. "That's my Arlene. Marches to the beat of her own drum, that one," Wilma replied wondering what happened. "Where's my other dear daughter," Wilma asked. "I can't help it. I just have to hug you again," and the boy's grandmother pulled him close. Wendy and his Grandma were standing in close embrace and the side of his head was held to his grandmother's upper breast. He was again concerned about his hairdo because of the way she was holding him and more so when the palm of her right hand moved up and was pressing the barrette against his scalp. "I can feel your barrette, sweet child. I didn't really notice it. Is it pretty?" she asked. "Auntie Arlene bought me a whole bunch of really nice things and there was a package of barrettes and I chose this one. It was so pretty and the flower colors match my top. Do you like it, Grammy?" he asked. "Here, let me see- oh, yes, very, very pretty and it does match your top perfectly. The little tiny flowers painted on your barrette remind me of my garden. Very good job, sweetie, very good," Wilma said and she heard a throat clear. Wendy and his grandmother turned with a start to see Madge standing at the entrance to the living room. "How long have you been here, Mom? Madge asked. "About ten minutes. But never mind that. What on earth were you thinking when you dressed this beautiful child this way? What's wrong with you?" Wilma fired at her daughter. "Look, Mom I can explain. Just please calm down. We have a lot to talk about," Madge said trying to subdue her mother and her own knotted stomach. "This is wrong, all wrong. I can't for the life of me imagine what was going through your head," Wilma said sternly. Madge went on the offense and said firmly, "Look, we can discuss this later, privately. There's a lot you don't understand and what goes on here in my house under my roof is my business!" Madge said ready to get into it with her mother. "What do you mean I don't understand! You have this beautiful child all dressed up to greet his favorite Grammy and his hair is fixed in this gorgeous little hairdo and he has on this pretty green top and these nice white shorts and he's wearing black patent leather Mary Jane shoes!" Wilma said with definite emphasis on the word 'black'. "What could you possibly be thinking! Do you realize that those shoes are all wrong? A pair of white Mary Jane's would be perfect. They'd compliment that summer outfit much better than the black ones he has on. Have you lost your fashion sense?" Wilma asked raising her eyebrows. Madge breathed a sigh of relief. If all she was going to get chastised for was the color of her sweet Wendy's shoes, then it was almost welcome. "Mom, Arlene went shopping this morning and quickly threw together that outfit. Considering the amount of time she had, I think she did very well," Madge said in defense of the black shoes. "Well, O.K., I can buy that. I don't know what goes on over here day to day unless you tell me. Did all of this happen recently?" Madge's mother asked. "Just in the last twenty four hours," Madge responded. "You and I have hours of talking to do," she added with a smile. "I understand but that isn't an excuse to have him half dressed," Wilma said. "Wendell, you keep standing there and let your mother look at you. Madge, can you figure out what's not right or do I have to tell you? Just look at your son and tell me what's not perfect," Wilma ordered. Wendy and his mother looked at each other while Wilma walked off to the foyer shaking her head. "Where did I put that satchel of mine?" Wilma asked herself as she walking out of the living room. They stood in place not understanding what was going on. They continued to look at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Madge was totally bewildered wondering what was wrong. They heard an unintelligible voice from the dining room as Wendy's grandmother rummaged through her bag. "Here it is! I knew I didn't forget to pack it!" they heard her exclaim. When Wilma walked back into the room, Madge and Wendy could see something shiny dangling from a gold chain draped over her fingers. She went back over to Wendy and stood behind him. She leaned slightly over his shoulder and held the object in front of him and said, "I've wanted to share this with someone special for a long time, Wendell. Isn't this pretty? Listen, I want to tell you a story. A very special friend gave this locket to me long, long ago. Her name was Rebecca Anne Davis and we grew up together. Her father was in the jewelry business and he also dealt in antique jewelry. I happen to know that this is very old." As Wendy's grandma held the delicate chain the heart shaped locket danced in front of him. His grandmother continued, "It's solid gold, Wendell. They don't make lockets like this any more." Wilma flipped the locket over in her palm and showed Wendy the back. "See the design in the metal? I don't know what they call that design but it sure was pretty. I wore this locket so much when I was your age that the pattern in the metal is almost smooth. But you can still see it, can't you?" the boy's grandmother asked. "Yes, Grammy, I see," Wendy said with eyes wide. "Look inside, Wendell, look at whose picture is inside," she said as she opened the locket. "Who does that look like to you, Honey?" Wilma asked. "That looks like me, Grammy. Where did you get that picture?" Wendy asked. "Let me tell you. When I was turning thirteen, my friend Rebecca, we all called her 'Becky', gave me this locket as a special present because I was now a teenager. She was a couple of years older and this locket was such a special gift. She was my best friend and I truly loved that girl. She was like an older sister to me. We went to the drugstore and had a picture taken of the two of us in one of those old picture booths where you could get six pictures for a quarter and we put the best one in this locket. That picture stayed in there for many, many years. Eventually, her family moved away and I lost all track of her. I'm still sad about that. After a while I stopped wearing the locket and put it away hoping that someday I would have a little girl to pass it on to," Wilma said looking at her daughter still standing a few feet away. "Mother, that's not ... " was all Madge got out of her mouth before her mother interrupted. "Yes, it is. Now shush," Wilma said quieting her daughter. "And, when your mother turned thirteen, I gave it to her," Wilma went on. "It took several months for me to realize it, but about a year after I gave it your mom, she lost this locket never to be seen again- or so I thought. I turned the house upside down looking for it. Then, I had some landscaping work done on the side of the house months ago and one of the workmen, bless his soul, found it and returned it to me. I cried with joy when he handed it to me," she confessed. "I took it to my jeweler and had it cleaned up and polished and I bought a new chain. And, I put that picture inside it. Don't you see? That's your mother, Baby, when she was exactly your age. Isn't that amazing? You have the same hairstyle and everything. Of course, it's a black and white photo but her hair was exactly the same color as yours. That's why when I walked into the living room and saw you a while ago, I thought my mind had slipping back twenty five years. You scared me a little bit to tell you the truth. I thought you were your mother. If you look inside the cover, you can see it is engraved. Here look. It says 'To Wendy, Much Love'. You see, Becky thought that my name was a horrid name. She used to say, "Wilma! What a name! Where did your parents get that name? They must have pulled it out of a burlap bag!" It hurt my feelings when she said that but she said I was much too pretty for an ugly name like that so she started to call me Wendy. She had just read a book called 'Peter Pan' and told me that when she read it, in her mind the Wendy character looked just like me! So, Wendy was my nick name." "I didn't know that, Mom," Madge added. I hoped that I was going to be able to give this locket to you later in the week. You know, toward the end of my visit. You see, I decided to come and visit you and your Mom because I thought you might need some help. When you stayed with me a while back, I could tell you weren't happy. Not 'unhappy, unhappy' but I sensed a sadness, maybe even an emptiness, about you. I saw it in your face in the mirror at my vanity when you put those rollers in the back of my hair. I saw that same sad look when I saw you from afar and you were alone working on your knitting. I could tell that you were hurting inside. I thought I knew what was going on but I wasn't completely sure and I didn't want to push you in the direction that I see you've already arrived at. That's not my place and I would never do anything to interfere without talking to your mother and she was in Mexico on her cruise. I had hopes that by the end of my stay with you two this coming week, you might be dressing somethin! g like yo u do now. But, you two are several steps ahead of me. So, if I may, and with your mother's permission because it's really her locket because I gave it to her, I would like you to have this locket as a special present celebrating your thirteenth birth year and also the time of your outward feminine birth." Madge, gazing at her mother and son in wonderment, nodded her head and a tear trickled all the way down her cheek. She watched her mother fasten the shiny gold locket around her son's neck. "There, now let me have a look at you," Wendy's grandmother said. She walked to join her daughter who had not moved her shoes an inch since she came into the room. They stood side by side proudly smiling at Wendy and his bright and shiny new locket. Wendy looked at them both also smiling broadly. All he could think about was how cool the gold locket felt resting against his chest. "Now do you get it, daughter dear? You can't have such a beautiful feminine child without a little jewelry, can you? The locket finishes off his look so perfectly. He just needs some cute little earrings to go with it and he'll be all set. And, you know, a little pink lip gloss wouldn't hurt either. What do you think?" Madge's mother asked her. Wendy heard the word 'earrings' and that made him tingle all over "Mom, you are the best," Madge said hugging her mother. Madge had such an emotionally charged twenty four hours that now, in her own Mother's arms, she started to weep as she hugged her mother tightly. "What's the matter child?" Wilma said to her grown daughter. "Mom, I was so worried that you would think ... " Madge started to say. "You don't worry about a thing. Everything is going to be just fine as soon as we get this darling boy some nice white patent leather shoes!" she said with a smile trying to make the mood as bright as the room. Madge broke away from her mother and wiped her tears with the palms of her hands. "I need a Kleenex," she sniffed. "Just a minute. Wendell, come over here. I want to hug the two of you together," the senior member of the three directed. Wendell walked over to his mother and grandmother and they wrapped their arms around each other in a group hug. The only one to speak was Wendy and when he did, he almost whispered, "Grammy, Mother calls me 'Wendy' now. Did you know that?" And the boy's grandmother and mother hugged him even more tenderly. The boy's grandmother again kissed him tenderly on the top of his head. Madge felt such relief that when she went to freshen up she literally sailed out of the room on a wave of positive emotion. Wilma went out to her car and Wendy stood twisting back and forth, swinging his arms while standing stationary in his Mary Janes as a much younger girl would. Wendy was reveling in his femininity when his Grandma came back through the front door. "Here, Wendy, take these will you?" Wilma said handing her grandson a bundle of flowers wrapped in newspaper. "Take those to the kitchen, sweetie. I'll take my suitcase up later. Let's go find a vase," she said following her grandson into the kitchen. "Aren't the vases in the laundry room cupboard over the washing machine? Let me look. Oh, here's nice one, we'll use this one," Grandma said from the laundry room. "Where are your Mom's garden snips, Wendy?" she asked. "I think they are in that drawer over there, Grammy," Wendy said pointing to one of the drawers. Wendy crooked his finger in a motion that told his grandmother that he wanted her to bend down close to him. When she did he said whispering, "Grammy, I have to tell you something. Thank you ever so much for this pretty locket. I will love it forever. And I promise, I promise, I will never ever lose it," Wendy vowed. "You are most welcome, sweetheart. Let's get to arranging those flowers. There are a lot there, we may need two vases," the boy's grandmother cautioned with misty eyes. "Grammy, would you mind if I ... " Wendy wanted to arrange the flowers himself but he was such a shy child. "Of course, Wendy. Let's show your mother what you learned. Is there any iced tea in the fridge?" Wilma asked. "I'm parched," she said looking in the refrigerator. "Bless your mother's heart. Looks like she made my favorite- sun tea. Excuse me, Wendy, I need a tall glass from the cupboard," she said. "Let me get it for you, Grammy. You know that I like doing things for you and my Mother," Wendell explained. "Sure, honey, I'll just sit over here," the boy's grandma said. After he served his grandma her iced tea, Wendy laid the flowers out on the counter and assorted them by size, color and type. He was just finishing when his mother walked into the room. "How nice, Mom, you brought flowers," Madge said. "That garden of mine just gets out of hand this time of year. There's so much growing I can't keep track of it all," her mom said. "You do have the proverbial 'green thumb'. Here, Wendy, let me help you with those," Madge offered. "Why don't you sit down and have some tea with me, Honey. Wendy can take care of the flowers. I think you'll be amazed," the boy's grandmother suggested. Wendy was busy planning out his floral arrangement while his mother poured herself some tea. While Wendy worked at the kitchen counter the two women sat enjoying their beverage. There was idle chatter regarding neighbors, the weather and even some relatives not seen recently. As they talked, they watched Wendy in amazement. He first arranged the greenery in the pretty cut vase that his grandmother found in the cupboard. He trimmed here, and arranged there while stepping back time and time again as an artist might looking at a painting in progress. When he was satisfied with the back round greenery, he started to insert the flowers. The scene fascinated Madge and her mother. He would insert a flower or two and step back, look, maybe replace one of the flowers, maybe both, and continue. At one point, he said, "No, no, this is all wrong!" and pulled every flower out of the vase leaving just the greenery. "Need help, Honey?" his mother offered. "Thank you, Mother, no. I can do it," Wendy replied. The ladies looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders letting him continue. In a short time, Wendy's flower creation was finished. "I think I'm finished, Grammy. What do you think?" Wendy asked hoping for approval. "I couldn't have done a better job myself. There is only one more thing that would make it prettier and that is if we could put you in the arrangement since you are the prettiest flower in the room! What do you think, Madge?" she asked. "This boy continues to amaze me more and more every moment. I can guess when he learned this new art form but how does he know how to do it so well?" Madge asked. "I've been wanting to do it for years, so I finally decided to take a course in flower arranging. Forgot that I had signed up for the time when Wendy was coming to visit. Didn't have a problem with him staying alone while I went but when I asked him if he wanted to go with me, he jumped at the chance. The best part is, when I got to the class and signed in, they wouldn't let him come into the class and just be an observer. He had to be part of the class. There was room in the class, so I signed him up and he took the class right along with me. He did very well as you can see," Wilma explained. "Almost forgot. I think it's in my suitcase. I'll be right back," Wilma said leaving the room. Madge got up and went to hug Wendy again. He had never had so many hugs in his life and he loved it. "Wendy, I'm so proud of you. You really do have a talent for all of this, don't you? I had no idea and I'm so sorry we didn't have you exploring your feminine talents long ago. I'd ask you to tell me what else you are good at but I think I'll find out soon enough," Madge said as she embraced the lovely child that she was already starting to think of as her daughter. As she held Wendy in a warm hug, Madge decided to ask, "Do you think we'll ever see Wendell again, Sweetie? It's been a short time but sometimes I miss him a little bit." "Mother, I don't know but I don't think so. I hope you have some pictures!" Wendy said smiling at his Mother. "You scamp!" she said kissing him on the cheek. "Here it is! This came in the mail for you, Wendy. Open it up," his grandma said handing him the large envelope. Wendy opened the envelope and pulled out two certificates. The first one announced that he had completed the course in flower arranging. It had his name neatly printed in a bold black script and he read it out loud, Wendell James Bryson Has Successfully Completed: Flower Arranging, Course I Sponsored by City Florists, Inc. And then he read the bottom line that said: ~~ With Honors ~~ "With honors? What's that mean, Grammy?" Wendy asked. "It means they were especially impressed with you. My certificate didn't say that and neither did Mrs. Damson's. You remember her, don't you?" the boy's grandma answered. Wendy blushed a little when he thought about serving his grandma and Mrs. Danson while he wore that prissy pink apron. He loved that apron and serving the two ladies made him feel so good. "That's wonderful, honey. We'll have to get a frame. I'm so proud of you. What's the other certificate? Show your mother," Madge said. "It's nothing Mother," and he started to slide the certificates back into the large envelope. "Wendy! No secrets, remember," his mother admonished. "Madge, he's embarrassed. "Wendy, I'm going to tell your Mom. Don't be shy, you should be proud of yourself," the boy's Grandma said. "Look at this Madge," Wilma said taking the envelope from Wendy. She pulled the certificates out of the envelope and showed Madge the one she had not seen. "Second place! You won second place for a flower arrangement? What's that all about, Sweetie?" his mother asked. Wilma answered again. "For our 'graduation', we all had to do a flower arrangement and present it to the class. It wasn't all that secret but the arrangements were put on display with numbers on them. The class had to vote giving the arrangements points from one to five. You couldn't vote for your own and you could only score five of the arrangements. So, your favorite arrangement got five, second favorite got four points and so on. Wendy's point total was second highest in the class." "Oh, honey, we need to celebrate. I couldn't be more proud of you! I have to know, how many people were in the class?" Madge asked. "Grammy, please ... " Wendy pleaded. "Wendy, come on now, you stand up straight and be proud. Madge, there were eighteen of us in the class- all women, except Wendy. He won second place for his 'Creation in Roses'. Here's a picture," Wilma offered. "My God, Wendy. You did this?!" Madge said truly amazed. "The instructor helped me a little with the ribbon, but I did the flowers and the back round greenery. Do you like it, Mother?" Wendy asked with a slight smile. "I'm jealous because I didn't get to see the arrangement instead of just this picture. Why didn't you want me to know?" Madge asked. "I don't know Mother. They laughed at me when I got my prize. I can still hear them laughing at me," Wendy confessed with the saddest look on his face. "What was the prize and why did they laugh, Darling?" Madge asked. "Well, there were two. One prize was an expensive pair of flower snips and I gave those to Grammy. But the other prize was ... " "Wendy ... " Madge said when Wendy hesitated with that tone that all mother's have. "I won a gift certificate for a free manicure and pedicure at the New Nails Salon in grandma's town," Wendy said as he blushed still thinking about the laughter that day and how it hurt his feelings. "They said I should give it to my grandma and she could use it so I did," he said. "But you didn't want to give it to your grandma, did you, Honey," Madge asked him. "Oh, I didn't mind giving it to Grandma. But I would like to have used it," he sheepishly said looking down to the floor. Wendy then held his arm straight down at his side and bent his wrist, palm down so he could see his nails. "I've never had a manicure, before," he said sadly. "or a pedicure, either," he added. "You don't worry about a thing, Missy. Your Grandmother and I will take care of that in short order. Why don't we go shopping at the mall tomorrow afternoon? When we're out, we'll go to my nail salon. How's that, Wendy?" Madge offered. "Shopping?" Wendy said noticing a little flutter of butterflies. "Darling, assuming you want to continue to dress this way, we need to get you so much. Thanks to your Auntie, you have three tops and two pairs of shorts and a few pairs of panties and not much else. We have to take it slow because the beauty college is closed for summer break and my income is a little off. But ... " Madge started to explain. "Don't you worry that child about that sort of thing. Wendy, your Grammy is going to take care of everything- my treat!" Wilma said. "Mom, we can't let you do that. We're not hurting, I just don't want to dip into my savings," Madge said. "Nonsense! You and your sister- sometimes I think you are' two peas in a pod' the way you are always trying to tell me what to do with my money. Don't worry about me. I put my stuff with a new financial guy last year and he bought a stock that just paid me a nice little dividend. So I'm fine. The check just arrived in the mail and I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it on than this darling child," the boy's grandma said as she walked over behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned forward one more and gave him another kiss on the top of his sweetly scented hair. "Oh Grammy, that would be wonderful! Mommie. Can we go? Please?" Wendy enthusiastically asked. Just then the front door slammed. Arlene had returned from washing her car and wherever else she had been. When she entered the kitchen, her mother gasped. "Holy God, Arlene, what happened to your hair!" Wilma said almost yelling at her daughter. "Well, hello to you too Mother! I told you I got it cut short! So, what's the problem?" Arlene asked believing there should be little or no concern over the length of her hair. "The problem is that you look like a ... a ... " Wilma struggled for a word. "Lesbian? Is that the word you were looking for?" Arlene shot back. "What's the matter with you- using that word in front of your nephew? I swear you get more crass every day. I was going to say a 'boy', smart mouth," Wilma retorted. "I've been having such a nice time here with these two delicate creatures and you come in like a tornado with your head buzzed. You sure have a knack for ruining a private moment," Wilma said with disgust in her voice. "Glad to see you too, Mom," Arlene said with a calmer tone. "Has little Wendy here been telling you everything he's been up to in the last day or so? Quite a bit as you can see. Nice flowers by the way. Who sent them?" Still miffed at Arlene, Wilma said, "I brought the flowers from home and Wendy arranged them. As far as the last day is concerned, yes, I know all about it," Wilma said although she had only seen the result of the last day's events and had not heard much at all of the details of how Wendy's transformation came about. "There's nothing wrong with a child dressing nicely and he has such beautiful hair, he should enjoy it a little. It's a shame Wendy didn't get his mother to fix his hair a long time ago," Wilma said a little defensively. "Did he tell you that he did his mother's hair too? He shampooed Madge's hair last night and put it up in rollers for her. This morning he took the rollers out of her hair and helped her style it. Here, I had these pictures made at the photo shop while I was out getting my car washed. I thought you'd get a kick out of them." And, with that, Arlene through about a dozen 4 X 6's on the table. The pictures completely distracted Wilma from everything she had just said. "You took pictures of your nephew taking the rollers out of his mother's hair?" Wilma said looking at the picture on top of the pile. "Are you out of your ever loving mind! What's the matter with you anyway? Are you trying to embarrass the boy or are you trying to make me furious with you! Or both! Where's your camera? I want it and I want it now!" Wilma ranted at her daughter. "It's in the car and it's staying there. Look at these pictures. There's one here that is particularly cute. Let's see. Where is ... " Arlene said as she started to reach for the pictures. In an instant, the palm of her mother's hand came down on the short stack of pictures with a slam! The noise was so loud it certainly startled Madge and, even more so, Wendy. "These are my pictures now and I don't care to see them! GO GET YOUR CAMERA AND YOU HAD BETTER DO IT QUICK! TRUST ME, YOU DON'T WANT TO MESS WITH YOUR MOTHER! NOW SCOOT!" Wilma blasted. Wilma was not to be disobeyed when she was this angry and Arlene knew it. Even as an adult, Arlene could be intimidated by her mother. She got up, quickly went to the car, returned and handed her mother the camera. "I don't want your stupid camera! Take out that memory thing- whatever it's called. And it better be the one with these pictures on it!" Wilma demanded. Arlene opened the camera and handed her mother the memory stick. "This is mine now. You can go buy yourself another one!" Wilma said harshly. "Now sit down. I want to talk to you. Madge, Wendy, please excuse us," Wilma said asking for privacy. Madge and Wendy quietly left the kitchen and Wilma closed the swinging kitchen door behind them. "Look, you don't need to say a word but you had better listen. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt that you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt or embarrass your nephew. Right now he's as delicate emotionally as he can be. Obviously he's exploring the feminine side of life. No one even knows how deep all of this is although it looks like this isn't just a passing fancy for him. I'm sure he isn't even sure of where this is going. I'm also sure he's feeling confused, a little frightened, whatever. There must be a thousand things that are going through his young mind. I know your sharp tongue, counselor, and you've always had a little bit of the devil in you. I'm telling you right now that you are never going to do anything, say anything, or in any way make that sweet child uncomfortable with what he is going through. If you ever do and I hear about it, all I have to say is 'God help you'. Do you understand me? Good!" Wilma said not waiting for an answer. "I still can! 't believ e that you took pictures of Wendy doing his mother's hair!" Arlene certainly was aware of the perverse pleasure that she had gotten watching Wendell transform into Wendy. So much pleasure, in fact, that it made her juices flow. While some of what she observed had touched her to tears, it sexually excited her to see the feminization of her nephew. A much subdued Arlene said, "Mom, you can have the pictures, and the memory stick. I don't care. I just want you to know that I've tried to help Wendy this last day or so. I got him started down this path by getting him to brush and braid his mother's hair yesterday afternoon. This all started with that. I took a lot of time to show him how to do everything. He knows how to braid hair now. Do you think he knew how to do that before yesterday?" Arlene said in her defense. "And, how did he do?" Wilma asked starting to calm herself. "Like a pro, Mom. It was pretty amazing. After he brushed her hair like he had been doing it his whole life, he put her hair in a loose braid after I showed him how to do it only once," Arlene explained. "Then, last evening, after Madge had said that she was too tired to put her hair up in curlers for the night, I thought he might like to do that too. When I saw how good he was with his mother's hair when he braided it, I thought, why not? So, I offered to do her hair for her. Then, Wendy helped me shampoo and set Madge's hair. To tell you the truth, I put in just a few of the rollers and he did the rest. He loved every minute of it and he did such a good job." "You mean to tell me that Wendy shampooed his mother's hair and put it up in rollers for her and it turned out like that?" referring to Madge's stunning hairdo. "Look, I'm not the wicked witch here. I was just trying to move things along a little bit when I saw how much he enjoyed brushing Madge's hair. It's obvious now that Wendy needed a little push. Yesterday morning, there was a very different little boy living in this house," Arlene went on. "Mom, who do you think bought Wendy the clothes he has on?" "O.K., O.K., truce. I don't want this to ruin our visit together as long as you are clear on what I said," Wilma said staring into her daughter's eyes. "Crystal clear, Mom," Arlene sincerely said. "Madge and I are probably going to take Wendy shopping tomorrow. We'll likely all get at least a pedicure and Wendy will get also have a manicure. Do you want to go?" Wilma asked. "I don't think so, Mom. I'm not into the girlie stuff the way you three are. Tomorrow, I think I'll go out to the driving range and hit a bucket of balls," Arlene said. The two stood up and gave each other a quick hug to seal the peace between them. Wilma picked up the pictures and the memory stick and headed upstairs to her designated bedroom. As she was leaving the kitchen she shot one of those 'looks' at Arlene and shook her head to further make her point. Wendy and Madge were busy in the living room when Wilma came back downstairs. "What are you two doing in here?" Wilma asked. "We were just looking at some hair styles. These magazines are terrific. There are some weird 'dos' in here but most are really pretty and easy to do. This one even has a section for young teenage girls. Wendy, do you have something to show your Grandma?" Madge asked. "Don't be shy now. It's just us girls in here." Wendy picked up the open magazine beside him that had been laying on the couch for hours and handed it to his grandma. "Grammy, I want Mommie to fix my hair like this. Isn't it the cutest thing?" Wendy said quietly. "I was looking at this picture when you got here this afternoon. Isn't she pretty, Grammy?" "What a living doll. I love the way her hair is gathered up like that. And those ringlets are absolutely darling. Just look at that lace bow in her hair! It matches the lace on the collar of her dress exactly. Wendy, she has the same hair color as you do. Same little turned up nose, too. You two could be sisters," Wilma said. "Mommie said that she could do that to my hair. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" Wendy said dreamily. "It looks like a lot of work," Wilma commented. "Oh, it would be easy to do. Let's get some dinner going. Wendy, after dinner, I'll need to run to the store and get some special curlers for you to sleep in tonight. And, I'm more than happy to do that for you, honey. Come on, let's scare up some dinner," Madge said excited that she was going to get to set Wendy's hair again. The three were soon in the kitchen sorting out dinner. Wilma was an expert cook and she had taught her daughters well. As can be imagined, Arlene had generally tried to forget her culinary skills and was in the living room watching a baseball game. She was disinterested in doing nothing more with dinner than simply eating it. "Where's that apron I made for you Madge? Can't cook a thing without an apron on. Never could since I was a little girl," Wilma said. "It's here in the pantry but I'm afraid it may not be as fresh as you would like," Madge said glancing at Wendy and handing the apron to her mother. "At least you are getting some use out of it. I never thought you'd wear it when I gave it to you. I'll admit it's a little frilly, even for you," Wilma said taking the apron and putting it on. Wendy watched as his grandmother put 'his' apron on and his grandma noticed his sad look. "What's the matter, Wendy? Are you all right? You can help your old Grammy make dinner. Would you like that, Sweetness?" Wilma asked. Madge went to her mother and whispered softly in her ear, "Mom, Wendy wore that apron last night when he washed and set my hair. I think he misses it." "Here I go again!" Wilma said out loud. "Leave it to me, the bull in the china shop. Wendy, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I borrow your apron?" Wilma asked delicately. "Grammy, please, I don't mind. Really," he added although he really did. "Listen child, you go out to my car and on the floor in the back seat is my knitting bag. You go get it for me will you. And don't you peek inside!" Wilma said. Wendy went out the side door to the driveway not even thinking that he was wearing girl clothes and had his hair in a barretted bouffant hairdo. He had his grandmother's knitting bag in his hand and was just closing the door to his grandma's car when he came face to face with Shelly. "Well, sissy boy, you've finally gone over the top! Cute hair by the way and I simply love your barrette!" Shelly sarcastically said pointing at his barrette with a limp wrist. "I always knew you had it in you to dress like a GIRL!' she said with the ultimate nasty tone in her voice. "God, you are such a disgusting fairy boy!" Shelly cut into Wendy's heart with every word. "Shelly, I ... uh ... can ... " Wendy stammered. "There's nothing to explain, pansy. Did your Mommie do your hair for you or did you do it all by yourself?" Shelly cruelly continued. The kitchen window was open and Madge and Wilma quickly became of the commotion on the driveway, as the kitchen window was open. Madge realized that Wendy had gone to the car oblivious to his state of dress or hairstyle. Then she thought about Shelly. "Oh, God, Mother!" was all she said running out the door. Her worst fears were realized when she saw Wendy trapped between Shelly and his grandma's car. "Shelly! You leave that boy alone!" Madge yelled. "Doesn't look much like a boy to me, Mrs. Bryson! Looks like a full fledged sissy to me!" Shelly yelled back a most defiant way. By then Madge was at the car and she took Wendy by the hand. He was by now sniffling, shaking and was not able to speak. "Go ahead, pussy boy, hide behind your Mother's skirts!" Shelly fired again. At this last volley, Madge stopped abruptly. "You go in the house, Wendy." Madge said softly. With all the furor of an angry mother bear protecting her cub, Madge went those few paces back to Shelly and said, "Look you little witch! Your mother and I are good friends and she's going to hear about this. As for you, you foul mouthed vile little snot, if you ever, ever talk to my son that way again, you will have the fury of all hell to deal with. Got it!" Madge angrily said with her finger an inch from Shelly's nose. Madge was so angry and such an imposing figure that the twelve year old Shelly had not another word to say and was in fact frightened. Fearing she was angry enough to hit the child, she headed into the house. "That little bitch!" Madge said slamming the door as she entered. "Madge, your language," her mother said. "I can't help it! That little terror has been a problem in this neighborhood since she got out of the first grade! She and Wendy have played together form time to time and she can be a good girl but sometimes ... And, I've not said much to her mother because of our friendship but the time has come for this to stop! Where's that phone!" Madge said grabbing the phone and almost its base off of the wall. She then stormed out of the room. "Mother, please ... " Wendy tried to say but it was too late. His mother was on her way to make her phone call. "Grammy, I ... " Wendy said but could get no more words out so he went to the sink to get a hug from his grandmother as a child would naturally do when hurt to the core. "Don't you worry about a thing, my sweet child. It's going to be all right. Don't you worry," the boy's grandma said holding Wendy and rocking him back and fourth in her arms. Shelly had scared him with her slicing words and he seemed to be more badly frightened than hurt. Wilma was a little surprised, and pleased, that he wasn't crying. She kissed him repeatedly on the top of his head while she held him close. Wilma then sat Wendy down at the kitchen table and leaned over him. While she gently caressed his hair she said, "You need to understand that some people in this world are just plain cruel. It's usually because they are unhappy about themselves, child. You don't have a mean bone in your body, do you? No, you don't. Tell me, are you happy with yourself, Wendy?" Wilma asked. "I am now, Grammy. I like myself," he said putting his hand up to his chest. He touched his new locket and it made him instantly feel better. He grasped it gently in his delicate hand as if it were a miniature life preserver. The feminine piece not only felt good in his hand but it felt good to his soul. "If you are happy with yourself, that's all that matters. Let me show you what I brought you, honey," Wilma said reaching for her knitting bag. When Wendy first saw the baby blanket he had been working on but never finished while visiting his grandma, he was pleased his grandma had brought it. And then he thought, could he only hope ... "My apron! Grammy you brought my apron! I've missed it so. Please help me put it on Grammy! Hurry!" Wendy excitedly said as he stood up and was literally shaking his hands and fingers with joy. "Settle down, child! I know you are excited but I think you better look at this first. I made this for you the other day hoping that ... " Wilma stopped talking as she thought about the feminine dreams that she had for her grandson before coming to visit. "I hope you like it!" she said holding up a spring flower print apron that was similar to what would be called a 'granny dress.' Hemmed to reach just below his knees, it had a lace tie at the back and the neckline, sleeves and hem were all trimmed in the same lace. "Oh, my, Grammy ... is that for me? Thank you so, so much. Can I put it on? Please" Wendy begged. "Here honey, you put your arms through these holes and we close the neckline with this hook in the back, and I'll tie the apron strings in the back in a pretty bow. There are a couple of buttons back here so you may need help getting it off," Wilma said helping Wendy into his new apron. "Apron strings, Grammy? What are those?" he asked. "It's an old expression for the ties of your apron. Not all aprons have a pretty lace tie like this one, you know. Some are just 'strings' like on the back of a butcher's apron," the boy's grandma explained. Wendy shuddered at the thought of a butcher's apron. He had seen those before. "Gross!" he thought. Madge learned a great deal in her conversation with Shelly's mother, Nancy. Nancy was certainly appalled at the behavior of her daughter but not surprised. Madge already knew that Shelly's brother was also a discipline problem because she heard, too many times to count, the noise from next door. She told Madge about how the two children would fight over just about anything and the decibel level would quickly rise to the point of screaming. When Madge asked what they fought over the most, Nancy told her that James was always getting into Shelly's 'things' wanting to play with them. He especially wanted to play with the few girlish toys that she had. While Nancy had a calm, more genteel manner, her long gone ex-husband was not. And the children, especially Shelly being the older of the two, at that early impressionable age had learned loud and obnoxious behavior from him. It was one of the many reasons that she divorced him. Totally frustrated with the constant battles between Shelly and her younger brother, James, Nancy confessed to Madge that she had tried everything she could think of to get them to behave, including petticoat punishment. Not ever hearing the term 'petticoat punishment', Madge listened with interest as Nancy told her how she put both of her children in pretty dresses with all of the appropriate finery to get them to act properly. She wasn't proud of what she had done to her son, but it seemed to have an immediate positive effect- especially on Shelly. Being made to wear frilly dresses had a calming effect on James, too, but he seemed to take it much better than his sister did. While Shelly would sit and seethe while wearing her dress, James would quietly play with his or Shelly's toys. Nancy soon began to wonder if it was a punishment for him at all. As time went on, Nancy was worried that it seemed as if James was starting to even enjoy his time in dresses. This scared her s! o she sto pped that form of punishment where he was concerned. She had recently sent James for an extended visit with his uncle in another state so he could get some male influence in his life. Her brother had called earlier that day to say that James would have to return home the following weekend because he had pretty much given up in his effort to 'make a man out of him'. He went on to say that he could do nothing with such a 'girlie boy' as he put it. He didn't offer much detail but had made some reference to his wife's underwear drawer. Nancy also shared that having James away at his uncle's had a dramatic effect on Shelly. She no longer had James to pick on and her manner toward Nancy and even the other children in the neighborhood had recently become much more aggressive and even violent. Madge had certainly witnessed what Shelly was capable of a short time ago. At the end of the conversation, Nancy promised Madge that something dramatic had to be done to curb Shelly's awful behavior once and for all. They, in detail, discussed Shelly's upcoming punishment for the despicable way she had acted in the driveway. When Madge finished with her phone call and returned to the kitchen she said, "We had better get dinner going. We've just lost a lot of time dealing with that little monster next door," Madge said with disgust. "Wendy, where did you get that darling apron? I'll bet I know," she said smiling at her mother. "Grammy made it for me, Mommie. Do you like it?" Wendy asked. "I just love it honey. It almost looks like you are wearing a dress, Wendy" Madge said casually. "Oh, Mommie ... " he said feeling that wetness again in his panties. "Oops, I'll be right back," Wendy said hurrying out of the room. "Everything all right, Madge?" her mother asked referring to the Shelly problem. "It will be. I had a nice talk with Nancy. She has assured me that Shelly will cause no more trouble. In fact, that girl has probably got a very soapy mouth right now. I won't be surprised if Shelly comes over later to apologize. I think she also will have a favor that she wants to ask of Wendy," Madge said with a sly smile on her face. Wendy returned from 'freshening up' his panties and wanted to help his Grandma with dinner. Madge said, "Wendy, I don't want you to be surprised but I think Shelly is going to come over and apologize this evening. Please, I want you to be gracious." "Mother, I don't want to ever see her again! The names she called me are ... are ... unforgivable!" Wendy said with a tone that was admirable. "Now, now, we aren't going to move and neither is she. So, it's likely you will see her from time to time not to mention school in the fall." "School?" Wendy said. "We do need to talk about all of that but later. I have some ideas so just relax. I want you to answer the door this evening if the doorbell rings." Madge said firmly. "I will, Mother. I'm going to go and change my clothes," Wendy said. "What ever makes you comfortable, Honey. But Wendy, I must say that I'm sad that you think you need to do that," Madge said looking away. "You're right, Mother! Darn it! I'm not going to change a thing. Shelly's the one that needs to change!" Wendy said and his mother and grandmother looked at him beaming with pride. After dinner was finished Arlene went back to the television and the baseball games she had been watching most of the afternoon. She sat for only a short time before she announced that she was going for a long walk. Madge excused herself to go to the store while Wendy and his grandma cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. As Wendy worked away standing on his stool at the sink happily scraping the plates, rinsing them almost clean and handing them to his grandmother so she could put them in the dishwasher, he thought about how much he loved doing housework. At least he loved doing housework now that he could wear an apron and pretty clothes to do it in. He thought about how much had changed in such a short time. He thought about setting his mother's hair and how much he enjoyed doing that for her. He thought about his loving Grammy and how sweet she had been to him all his life. He thought about the cute little serving apron that he wore for his grandma and Mrs. Damson and wo! ndered if he would ever get to wear it again. Then he thought about Shelly and the dish he was holding slipped from his fingers and it fell in the sink. Wilma came over to see what happened and was pleased that the dish wasn't broken. Wendy didn't tell her that he was still a little upset. Wendy and his grandmother had just sat down in the living room and were settling in their comfy chairs when Madge returned from the store. Madge had two different color bags in her hand. "What did you get at the store, Mommie?" Wendy asked knowing that at least some of what his mother brought was for him. "Here, let me show you. I bought you several packages of hair accessories but the most important thing is this. They are called sponge rollers. See how soft they are? Go ahead and squeeze them. I think there's a picture in one those magazines of how I'm going to set your hair. I'll get it," Madge said and sorted through the stack of hair styling magazines. "Ah, I think it's in this one," she said. Madge flipped quickly through the pages until she found the picture she was looking for. "This is the way I'm going to do your hair tonight, Honey," Madge said pointing to a rear picture of a cheerleader getting ready for a competition. "I'm going to gather all of your hair tight up at the crown just like that and then set little sections of your hair on these sponge rollers. The more rollers I use, the more curls you will have. Your hair will turn out just like the little girl in the picture. You'll have to sleep with your hair set again but tomorrow I'll be able to fix your hair in those little ringlets that you like so much. Won't that be nice." "Sleep with my hair in rollers? Oh, Mother, pahleeaase, do I have to sleep in rollers again?" Wendy burlesqued with a limp wrist and then he laughed out loud. Wendy's mother and grandmother laughed right along with him "Yes, Missy, you do. In fact, you made a promise to me last night, remember?" Madge said reminding him of their middle of the night talk. "Mother," Wendy said seriously, "will you please set my hair for me tonight? I would love it if you did. Please do my hair pulled up in ringlets like the pretty girl in the picture." "Well, since you asked so nicely, I'd love to set your hair for you, Wendy" Madge sweetly said. The doorbell rang startling Wendy. He had forgotten all about Shelly coming over. "Wendy, would you please answer the door?" his mother asked although it was more of a command. Wendy sheepishly went to the door and slowly opened it hoping it was anybody but Shelly. But all of the wishing in the world wasn't going to change the fact that the little girl that he thought to be his friend but now his foe, was on his front porch. He didn't notice right away that her mother was standing in the back round. He also didn't notice that his mother and grandmother were behind him. "Hello, Wendell. My mother said that I have to ... " Shelly started but was interrupted by her mother. "That's not how we agreed you were going to apologize, Shelly. Start again," Nancy said firmly. Shelly turned to look at her mother and, as she did, she jerked her torso slightly in doing so. "Ow!" she cried making Wendy wonder what her problem was a no one was touching her. When she turned around, she had a pained look on her face and instinctively reached around to rub her bottom. "Wendell, I came to apologize for saying those awful things to you today. I'm sorry, I really am. It won't happen ever, ever again. I want to be your friend and play video games with you or anything else you want to play," Shelly sincerely said. "I promise I won't tease you abo