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His Mother's Hair, Part II B By Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: This segment covers only the morning of the second day of Grandma Wilma's visit. The next segment will cover the afternoon and Wendy's first trip to the mall as a girl and his very first slumber party. He is such a lucky girl! For the second day in a row, Madge savored the smell of coffee as she exited the master bedroom. Compared to the night before, her sleep was deep and she felt truly rested. Her perfect hairdo had suffered in the night so after surveying the damage in her master bath mirror, she decided to put a few scattered rollers in her hair to make it fresh for Wendy's first shopping excursion later in the day. After quickly setting her hair in a dozen randomly placed rollers, she chose a pretty light weight robe and a pale green flower print scarf to cover her haphazard hair setting job. The scarf was one of the largest she had and, after folding it in a triangle, she draped it around the back of her curlers and tied the ends above her forehead in that homey way that she was so fond of. There was so much material that she was able to completely encase her 'do'. This made her more comfortable because as far as she was concerned, a precisely done roller set was something to be proud of. As Madge went down the hall toward the stairs, she noticed that Wendy's bedroom door was open and she stopped to peek in thinking that she might find him there but did not. She leaned against the door jam and surveyed the large room. While not terribly masculine, Wendy's room was far from feminine. A walnut four drawer dresser and matching twin bed set were the focal points of the room. There were a couple of X-Men posters, one above his bed and one above the dresser, and a few boyish keepsakes on the dresser itself. She never had noticed how barren his room was. She thought back to the days when a few toy trucks or his favorite fire engine were strewn about the floor. She hadn't seen them for some time and wondered where they might be stored. She also took note of the fact that Wendy's room was immaculate excluding his unmade bed. He had never kept his room as 'neat as a pin' before. There were no clothes lying about, no boys' tennis shoes under the bed, and there was not one of his X-Men action figures to be seen and she thought that to be curious. She thought about how the room would look if it were transformed for Wendy. How bright and feminine the room would look painted in the palest of pinks with white baseboards and ornate crown molding. She imagined the windows trimmed in delicate lace and the furniture magically transformed into white French Provincial. An ivory eyelet dust ruffle complimented by a flower print duvet cover in nice warm pink tones would be bedding that any young girl would love to surround herself with as she climbed into bed at night. She even pictured Wendy's several dolls resting comfortably against the matching pillow shams. She gave thought to how much she loved to play with her dolls when she was a little girl. Would a vanity fit next to the window? She would have to measure to be sure there was room and made a mental note to do just that. She dreamed of the lighted make up mirror, the small bottles of inexpensive cologne, and the dainty ballerina figurine that might be there. On the vanity she also envisioned a small delicately painted porcelain dish that would provide a place for Wendy to put his rings, girlish watch, the barrette he wore that day, and even the new locket that his grandma had given him. Where would want to keep his purse? She would have to get him a little stand so he would have a place to put the earrings that he would be constantly changing in and out of his pierced ears. "Oh, God," she said out loud begging for direction. "Dolls ... his purse ... the studs from his ears!" she thought and then felt a sickness in her stomach. "My poor baby! He's moving toward femininity at such a rapid pace and he's been denied so much in his short life! His delicate heart must have been yearning for so many girlish things for so long, how could I have missed it? Why didn't he tell me?" she asked herself aching with the feeling that she had failed her son miserably. Anxious to hug Wendy, she started to rush downstairs. Being careful not to trip over her nightie while going down she thought, "God, there is so much to think about and so much to take care of, how will it ever all happen? Will Wendy want to get his ears pierced today?" she thought focusing on that one important event. She knew that he was fascinated by the process from their visits to the mall, but would he actually want to have it done if it were offered? Madge looked forward to the time when he would be sitting nervously in the chair waiting to have his ears permanently marked in such a feminine way. Then she noticed that the aromas coming out of the kitchen were different from the prior day. That wonderful smell of fresh brewed coffee was there but Madge could also smell the scent of food along with it. "Mom must be up. She's always been such an early riser," Madge said out loud. Entering the kitchen, Madge saw a sight that touched her as much as the previous morning. The counters were neat and tidy; the table was again perfectly set only napkins with napkin rings had been added. The fabulous arrangement Wendy had put together the prior day had been moved to the formal dining room table and it was lighting up the room with its brilliant color. A much smaller and more appropriate arrangement had magically taken its place in the breakfast nook. As she suspected, Wendy and his grandma were busy making breakfast. When Madge saw them scurrying about the kitchen, she thought back to the previous evening in the living room and what a touching domestic scene it was as Wendy and his grandma knitted together. Watching her mother and effeminate son working together in the kitchen in their pretty aprons was no less heart warming. "Good morning ladies! Madge greeted. Wendy had his back turned toward her but she was looking at him when she said those words wanting to see if there was a reaction to the word 'ladies' and there was none "Morning Madge. How did you sleep?" Wilma asked cheerfully. "Like a stone, Mom. So much better than the night before," Madge replied. Wendy was very quiet this morning and barely acknowledged his mother coming into the room. Madge could see his new pink baby doll nightie and matching panty through the slightly open back of his new granny dress apron and that made her smile. She made a mental note to get him a pretty robe on their shopping trip. She thought again that he needed so much and it was daunting. The sight of the significant bundle of colorful foam curlers at the crown of his head all wrapped up in her pink triangle net was like looking at a special little present and it made her anxious as she looked forward to unwrapping it. "How about you, Princess? Did you sleep well?" Madge asked her son as she walked up behind him and kissed him on his neck. He scent was so fresh and delicately feminine from her bath oil that she had to kiss him again. Wendy turned to face his mother. "Not very good, Mommie. I went to sleep right away just thinking about how good my new nightie set made me feel. And my curlers were comfortable unless I rolled over and then they pulled my whole head of hair and that hurt!" Wendy whined. To demonstrate, he raised both of his hands up and placed them around the mass of netted curlers and moved it slightly from side to side and made a face. Madge couldn't resist the precious sight in front of her. She went to Wendy to give him a little more affection in the form of a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. Always wanting to be sure that Wendy was doing all right mentally, she asked, "Are you O.K up here, Honey?" she said looking into his eyes and pointing to the side of his head. His mother's question startled him. "No secrets, right Mother?" Wendy asked. "No secrets, Wendy. That's our bargain," Madge said as butterflies fluttered their way into her stomach. Even over this short time, Madge realized what a tremendous gift that Wendy, Arlene, her mother, and fate had given her. To have a beautiful child to shower with feminine affection was something she had always dreamed of and there he was standing before her. She was now on her way to total panic thinking that Wendy was mentally uncomfortable and that 'she' might not want to continue down this feminine path and that her new daughter might be taken away from her. She braced herself knowing that whatever Wendy was feeling sad about this morning would have to be dealt with because Wendy's emotional well being was paramount. "Mother, I feel funny about having to set Shelly's hair this morning," Wendy confessed. "I'm just so nervous!" he said shaking his fingers with limp wrists. "I truly want to set Shelly's hair so it can be put in pretty ringlets. I've wanted to that for so very long. At the same time, I don't want her to be forced into it. In my dreams I always thought of her asking me to do her hair and then having us both enjoy me doing it for her," Wendy confessed fidgeting. After an internal sigh of relief, Madge said, "Child, you really do have a heart of pure gold, don't you?" And then went on to explain, "Think of it this way. This situation with Shelly isn't any of your doing. Shelly is being punished for yesterday's tirade out on the driveway. Her mother and I think having you set her hair will accomplish several things. First of all, Shelly will be punished for what she did to you and that will be brought home to her because she injured you and you will be the one setting her hair. You know she will hate having that done but that's part of the punishment. Second, she will get used to your new feminine image and that will ultimately help you. I think that it will make you more at ease if you are around her dressed for an extended period wearing a nice outfit with your hair up in curlers. By the way, I'm intentionally not going to style your hair until just before we go shopping so Miss Nancy and Shelly will see you in your curlers. My gues! s is that you are going to have some tight curls in that hair of yours- that's for sure," Madge interjected as she reached up to squeeze a few of the rollers she had placed in his hair. Continuing she said, "And finally, when you are doing her hair, you will be in control of her for a change and I think that will help with your confidence where she is concerned. My guess is that she won't mess with you after today." Wilma had stopped making breakfast and was leaning against the counter now listening intently. "I really feel sorry for Shelly having to have her hair set as a punishment and it's all my fault," he said in despair. "I know she must hate me! If she ever wanted me to set her hair for her, I would love that!' he said seriously but with a bit of childish excitement. "Wendy, you are the dearest child alive. I want you to consider that Miss Nancy and I talked about this punishment for Shelly and we thought it would be beneficial for the two of you. Shelly needs to be taught a lesson for what she said to you. I think you know what has gone on over there with little James. When he is wearing his punishment dresses, Shelly calls him many of the same names that she called you and some are even worse. Her mother is fed up with that and wants to put a stop to it once and for all. So by doing this today, you will be helping James, too." "Punishment dresses?" Wilma thought. She had heard of such a thing but never knew anyone that actually done that to their male child. Madge continued, "But, if you don't want to do Shelly's hair, I'll do it and you can just watch. Shelly will be here in a little over an hour so when the time comes you just let me know what you want to do. What's for breakfast? I'm starved!" Madge said wanting to give Wendy time to think about what she had said and make his decision. "By the way, where is Arlene? Her door was open and her bed was made but I haven't seen her yet," Madge said. "She left a note. She said she was going to the golf course and try to join a threesome or find a partner to play with. She also mentioned something about hitting a bucket- whatever that means. She said she'd be back in time for dinner," Wilma said relaying the note almost word for word. Wendy and his grandma had assembled a hearty but healthy breakfast of 'egg beater' vegetable omelets, fresh fruit, whole wheat toast, and Wendy's favorite, his grandma's homemade strawberry jam. And, of course, Madge's favorite- her morning coffee. "Please, Mother, sit a your place and let me serve you breakfast," Wendy said gently leading his mother by the arm to the head of the table. Madge simply loved the attention that she was getting from her son and she prayed it would never end. As she sipped the perfect cup of coffee, perfect because Wendy again had made it for her and served it gracefully, she thought about Wendy's future. She knew that he was not very adept in the kitchen yet but he had started to develop other useful domestic skills under the tutelage of his grandmother. How far all of this would go would be ultimately up to Wendy but she quite fancied the picture of him dressed in feminine clothes, his outfit protected by a pretty apron while he did her ironing. She added to the vision in her mind by thinking that when he did his housework his hair would surely be up in rollers that were held tightly against his head by a colorful scarf. The scarf would have to be folded and worn in that old fashioned style she had used on Wendy's roller set the prior morning. After all, it was ever so feminine not to mention practical. Having ones rollers wrap! ped in th at manner while doing ones housework provided ventilation for the head and hair while performing strenuous chores like making beds and vacuuming. Madge's thoughts were interrupted by her breakfast being placed before her. "You two make me feel like a queen," Madge complimented. "You did call me 'Princess', Mother. That would make you the ... " Wendy said completing sentence by rolling his finger as if they were playing charades. After breakfast Madge went upstairs to shower and change clothes. Wendy insisted on doing the dishes but his grandmother helped anyway. When all was in order, the boy's grandmother turned her thoughts to her own hair. "Oh my, I must look a fright. Especially compared to you two soon to be prettily coifed girls," Wilma said looking at Madge and Wendy- both with curlers in their hair. Repeatedly she poked her fingers into her hair as she looked at her reflection in the window over the kitchen sink. What she saw displeased her in that her hair was as disheveled as she expected. Wilma's not quite to the shoulders reddish pale gray hair was rarely out of place, even by a single hair. It was her habit to do a quick mirror check before she was going to be seen by anyone and it didn't matter by whom- even her neighbor's gardener. For as long as she could remember, she had worn her hair in the same antiquated bouffant with the ends slightly turned under. She loved that style because although it required a good wash and set to create, it could easily be touched up with few heated rollers, a little teasing, or if need be, a curling iron. Wilma, now in her early sixties, much preferred having her hair done at the salon as opposed to doing it herself. She was such a nurturing sole and so giving in so many ways, that having her hair done was her special time to be pampered. Her dear friend, Charlene Wilcox, had been doing her hair for as long as 'Miss Charlene's Beauty Box' had been open for business. There was some debate among her loyal clientele but it was generally agreed that Wilma had been her first customer so many years ago. 'The Box', as it was known to Wilma and her circle of friends, was one of those rare, ancient beauty salons that catered to women of Wilma's by gone era. Inside the shop there was pink and lace everywhere and it all fit perfectly in this ultra feminine place. You wouldn't find any twenty something cute little hairdresser named Tracie (and that's Tracie with an 'ie') doing her 'chop and spike' hairdo's at this salon. Charlene's patrons went there to get their hair 'done'. An occasional permanent or color job, weekly roller sets and comb outs were the specialties of the house. These women treasured this special place as one would treasure and old friend. If asked to do so, Wilma and her circle couldn't count the many happy times they spent having their weekly wash and set 'hen parties' at Charlene's. It was such a feminine sanctuary that when Wendy came to visit, his grandma decided that rather than go to her regular appointment, she would do her hair at home saving the boy from a couple of hours at the Beauty Box. If she had only known that Wendy was going to travel such a long journey down the path to femininity so quickly she would have taken him with her. If he comes to visit before the end of summer, she thought she would do ! just that . When Wilma had come out of her guest room earlier that morning, Wendy was waiting there to greet her. "Grammy, can we please go down and fix breakfast for Mommie?" Wendy asked whispering as he was trying to be quiet. Wilma agreed but before going downstairs to the kitchen, she returned to her room and only slipped a couple of combs in her hair to keep it off of her face while cooking. Now that the kitchen work was finished, it was time for her to have to deal with her hair. She was a little remorseful that she didn't have Wendy set it for her the previous night. She was sad thinking about her hot rollers sitting uselessly in the cabinet at home. What was she going to do? "Grammy, what are you going to do to fix your hair?" the helpful Wendy asked. "Well, I don't have time to shampoo and set it especially since your Mom's hair dryer is broken. Maybe my beautician of a daughter can help me out," Wilma hoped. "Let me do it, Grammy! Just give me a moment to run upstairs and I'll be right back," Wendy said as he bolted from the room. Quickly he returned with his mother's curler basket. "Grammy, you sit here," Wendy said pointing at a chair in the dining room and setting the basket down on the table in front of her. He started by brushing his grandma's hair in much the same way he had brushed his mother's but this time, instead of brushing her hair straight down; he was trying to maintain some of the fullness of her hairstyle. His grandma loved the gentle child's touch every bit as much as his mother had. When he was finished brushing Wilma's hair out, he handed her the hand mirror. "See Grammy, your hair in the front and on top looks just fine," Wendy said as he delicately picked and primped at her hair trying to arrange the minimal amount of curl there. "Your hair is so pretty, Grammy. I just love it!" he said continuing to style his grandma's hair with his fingers. In the mirror she watched his fingers as they danced through her hair and thought that if his fingernails were longer and painted a deep red, he would be duplicating exactly Charlene's technique when she styled her hair at 'The Box'. "We just need to add a little lift here at the crown and maybe a little curl at the ends and I think that will get you through the day. Then, if I'm lucky, I will be able to set it for you properly tonight at our slumber party. Isn't that what girls do at slumber parties? Grammy, are we really going to have a slumber party tonight? That would be such fun!" Wendy chirped. Then said sadly, "I've always wanted to go to one." "If we're not too tired from shopping, and your mom agrees, you will have your first slumber party, Sweetie," Wilma promised with a smile. Wendy continued his work on his grandmother's hair. Using the rat tail comb, he carefully sectioned a large lock of hair from her crown that was about twice the size that would normally go on an inch and a half brush roller. Wilmas's hair, at her age, was much more course than his mother's so rather than try to comb through it, Wendy realized without trying that the sparsely toothed wire styling brush in the curler basket would best prepare the hair he held gently in his hand for a curler. He sprayed the end of it very lightly with setting lotion to dampen it, gently pulled the brushed through it straight out from her scalp, and asked his grandma to hand him a roller. "Which one, Honey? Do you want the smaller or larger one?" Wilma asked in simple amazement at what Wendy was doing for her. "I think the larger one will work best here at the crown, Grammy. I'll use a couple of more of the larger ones up here because I want to give your hair some lift and not curl. As I work down, I'll use the smaller ones to give you a little more curl there," Wendy answered. Wilma thought her grandson might be really good at styling hair but she had no idea he would be so adept with so little experience. She had seen the result of the set he did on his mother's hair and he had helped her a little during his visit. But now he was talking and acting like Charlene, a trained beautician. Wendy used a brick pattern (off setting the rollers rather than straight rows) to quickly set the rear and sides of his grandmother's hair. As he was finishing putting in the last roller near Wilma's temple, Madge came into the room. "I was wondering what you two were up to," Madge said. "Mom, it looks like Wendy did a pretty good job following your instructions." "Madge, Wendy didn't follow anything. I've just been sitting here having my hairdresser fix my hair," Wilma explained. Wendy smiled and blushed at his grandma referring to him as her hairdresser. Madge, at least a head taller than her son, went up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Holding him close she put her cheek against the foam curlers in his hair. She felt a need to kiss him but was in an awkward position to kiss his cheek or neck. So, she kissed the thing closest to her lips- the rich auburn hair that was tightly wrapped in foam rollers. "Wendy, we had better get you dressed. Miss Nancy and Shelly will be here soon," Madge warned. "Let's get your apron off and run upstairs." Madge followed Wendy upstairs and was pleased at the feminine way he carried himself. As his slightly wide hips swayed from side to side, Madge wondered where he had learned to walk like that. Maybe it was just the stairs? Madge again dressed Wendy in her room. There was no time for a bath today so a quick shower would have to do. Madge put her pink flowered shower cap over Wendy's tower of curlers and she laughed thinking that he looked like a prissy member of 'The Coneheads' family. After Wendy got out of the shower, and his mother had him dried and powdered, it was time to pick out his outfit for the day. He had very few clothes so the choices were minimal. He decided that pink would be his color for today. "Here, Honey, step into your panties," Madge said kneeling before her son and holding his panties open. Again, as she pulled his panties up, she took in the sight of his diminutive boy thing and felt pleased. She also gave thought to the fact that Wendy had been dressing himself for a long time. So why did she have such a need to dress him now? There was too much to think about and she dismissed her thoughts by considering that she never got to dress her little girl and, at least for the time being, she was not going to deny herself this pleasure. "Oh, I almost forgot," Madge said going into her bathroom. She returned with a Kotex 'Light Days' panty liner. "Here, Darling, we need to put this in your panty. It will help catch any of those nasty dribbles from your little boy thing. You see, you peel off this strip like this. It has this mild adhesive on this side to keep it in place in your panty and on the other side it's nice and absorbent. Now, pull down your panties for me and I'll show you where it goes. That's a good girl," Madge said positioning the panty liner in place. "There you go, Baby. You will need to change your panty liner at least a couple of times a day so I'll get you a box of these for your bathroom. Now pull your panties up like a big girl. Can you tell if your tiny penis is resting against the panty liner?" Madge asked. "I think so, Mommie. Buy I'm not sure," he answered. Madge resisted touching his crotch as she might if it were her biological daughter standing there. "Rub there with your fingers, Wendy," Madge said. "Oh yes, I feel it now. Mommie, the panty liner feels soft against my pee-pee and my front feels nice and smooth now. See Mommie, look at the way it looks?" he said with satisfaction. "That's perfect, Honey. You are just as smooth as any girl your age would be down there," Madge beamed. "Just look at the time! Let's get your shorts and top on." Soon Wendy was dressed and on his way downstairs to wait for Shelly and her mother. The first thing he did was get his locket from the mantle. His grandma was upstairs dressing but luckily Madge had just come down with all of the hair styling supplies she could carry. Once her arms were unloaded in the kitchen, she helped Wendy with his locket. "This was such a thoughtful gift, Wendy. You must treasure it always. And please, please take care if it better than I did," Madge said. "I will, Mommie, I will," Wendy promised. "Let's check one of your curlers," Madge said removing the hair net containing her special present. She released the snap holding one of the curlers closed and unwound the curler until the hair around it was free. "Wendy, look at this!" Madge said picking up her mirror. Wendy held the mirror in his hand and Madge pulled at the tight ringlet and stretched it to length. Wendy watched wide eyed as she released it, again pulled it out, and again released it. "Oh, Mother ..." was all Wendy could say reaching up with his other hand to touch his curled hair. "My pretty little girl, your hair certainly holds a set! Let's get that wound back up on its roller. I heard a door slam. Shelly must be on the way," Madge said. "Mother, would it be all right if we left my ringlet loose?" Wendy asking. "It looks a little funny, Honey. Why do you ... ah, I understand, you want to play with the new toy in your hair, don't you?" "Yes, Mother." Was all Wendy said. When the doorbell rang at about a quarter passed nine, there was no doubt who the callers were. Wendy went to answer the door unafraid and without reservation. His mother had just taken the hair net off of the cluster of sponge curlers at his crown and he was happy about that because he loved to touch them unencumbered. She giggled at him because he was twirling his one loose curl as if he had been doing that girlish act all of his life. Before he opened the door he instinctively reached up and touched his curlers once more. "They're still there and they feel so good," he thought gently squeezing his rollers. He slowly opened the door and was startled by the femininity of the little girl on the porch. Pangs of jealousy crept through him as he surveyed the rough, tough, baseball playing terror of the neighborhood because she was wearing the prettiest yellow party dress that Wendy may have ever seen. As he continued to stare at the beautiful confection, it melted his heart. It was knee length with the hem trimmed in lace. He noticed how tightly it was worn around Shelly's neck and thought about how the lace there must have been scratching her. The eyelet bodice was decorated with pearl like beads that shimmered in the morning light. There were satin ribbons tied in two bows just below the puffed sleeves that also ended in a trim of delicate white lace. He thought that she must have been wearing a full petticoat just like the girl mannequins were wearing in the Easter display because the skirt of her dress stuck almost straight out. This gorgeous symbol of complete femininity even had tiny random sequins on the skirt that added to its luster. As Wendy took in this vision, he noticed that she was also wearing white tights that had a lace pattern woven into them. On her feet she wore white Mary Jane shoes- just like the ones Wendy thought would go so well with his simple shorts and top. The only thing out of place was the pale green towel wrapped around Shelly's head and hair and even that added to his jealousy knowing that she was going to have her hair set. "Oh Shelly, your dress is so pretty!" Wendy finally exclaimed almost breathlessly as he put the palms of his hands together in a purely girlish gesture. "Thank you, Wendy," Shelly said as she dropped a little curtsey. Wendy had certainly never seen her do that before! "Come in, come in!" Madge said as she walked up behind Wendy. "My, aren't you the pretty one!" Madge exclaimed. "Thank you, Miss Madge," Shelly replied dropping another curtsey. "I'm sorry we're a little late. We had the historic battle of 'Shelly's last stand' this morning," Nancy explained. "That's perfectly fine, Nancy. We were all a little late this morning, too. Woman's prerogative, you know," Wilma added. "Who was this child?" Madge thought to herself as Nancy and Shelly came into the house and were led into the kitchen. Nancy was pressing a decorative flat sofa pillow to her chest and Shelly had a look on her face like she was being led to the dentist's chair. "Just look at these two. I must be in curler hell," she thought noticing the rollers in Wendy's and Madge's hair. When Wilma entered the kitchen and Shelly saw that her hair was in rollers too, she thought that it she was living a nightmare. "You are going to sit there, Shelly," Madge said pointing to the counter stool that Wendy sat in while his hair was being set that first night. Shelly gave thought to the fact that she would rather be going to sit in a dentist chair rather than where she was heading. She surveyed the clips, the pink plastic (magnetic) rollers, plastic roller covers, several combs, and bottles of hair products on the counter. It looked like a beauty shop but it reminded her of the tray of instruments beside the chair at the dental office. "That's such a pretty dress, Shelly. Where did you get it?" Madge asked thinking that she would be happy to someday soon buy one similar for Wendy. Her mother answered, "It came from 'The Little Miss Shop' downtown. Isn't it the most scrumptious thing?! I just love it!" Nancy exclaimed. She did not want to confess that Shelly's brother James had one just like it only his was in pale peach. Wendy continued to look at the dress in amazement. "If I could only be so lucky to wear such a pretty dress ... maybe someday I will, " he thought soulfully. The irony of the situation occurred to him when he thought about how all of this was such a deep want for him and such a punishment for his young female friend. "It's absolutely darling. But you know, I think we should take it off of her before we do her hair. We wouldn't want any accidental drips to stain such a pretty thing," Madge suggested. "That's a good idea, Madge. She's got a camisole on and those tights will certainly keep her modest," Nancy said unhooking the clasp at the top of her dress and unbuttoning it in the back. Her mother also helped her to remove her petticoat and quickly Shelly felt relief being free from all of the 'frou-frou' and could have cared less that she was standing dressed only in the white of her underclothes. "Are you excited, Wendy? Shelly's hair appointment is with you," Nancy asked. "If you don't mind, Nancy, I think Wendy is going to sit this one out. He doesn't seem to be comfortable setting Shelly's hair this morning so I'm going to do it for her if that's all right," Madge explained. "Well, I'm a little disappointed. You told me that he did such a good job setting your hair that I wanted to see his magic fingers at work. But, you're a pro so I'm sure it will be the best set this girl's hair has ever had. Let's get started!" Nancy cheered. Shelly felt sick to her stomach. She was very disappointed in this latest turn of events. For an instant, she even thought that she might get a reprieve from the entire experience because Wendy was bowing out. As she climbed up onto the counter stool and put her sore bottom on the pillow her mother had brought for her, she thought about the revenge she would soon dish out. She couldn't wait for this to be all over and thought about how much fun she was going to have telling the guys about the total priss that lived next door to her. Although she was sitting quietly and not moving a muscle, Shelly was thinking as she glared at Wendy. "For God's sake, will you just look at him sitting there! His hair is all sissied up in curlers and he looks like it's the most natural thing in the world. And just like a silly girl he keeps twirling that stupid curl in his hair over and over again around his finger. I'm going to have to close my eyes. I can't sit here through this torture and watch him do that again and again and again. He even looks like he's enjoying it! And a girl's pink top for Pete's sake! And look at that girlie locket around his neck! This boy has got to be kidding! He's just thoooo thweet!" she thought to herself with total sarcasm. "He's probably wearing frilly pink panties, too! Oh, shit, look, he's actually going to put on that apron and it fits him perfectly so it must be his!" she thought with total disgust. And then Madge began the setting of Shelly's hair. Madge draped a dusty rose colored styling cape over Shelly and fastened the Velcro clasp at the back of her neck. Wendy could read the name of his mother's beauty college, 'A Woman's Touch College of Beauty' written in large gold feminine script across the front. The turban towel around Shelly's head was removed and Madge sprayed a little conditioner on her hair combing it through with her wide toothed comb. "Shelly, you have such pretty blonde hair! It's so nice and thick and has such great body. It even has a little wave to it. It should hold a set very well. Your ringlets are going to be simply gorgeous," Madge said as if she were making conversation with a customer in her old beauty shop. While Madge respected Wendy's decision not to set Shelly's hair, she was certainly disappointed that he wasn't going to do it. She had looked forward to the feminine image he would project while performing this delicate and intricate task. She decided that she would at least instruct him in what she was doing. "First, Wendy, we need to section Shelly's hair. It's kind of like preparing a canvas and easel for a painting. Remember the way I sectioned my hair for the wonderful set you did for me the other night? This set is much more difficult. With experience you will know, but the first thing we need to consider when setting the hair is the style we want to achieve. Miss Nancy has decided on ringlets for Shelly and I have a vision of the set I'll use to achieve that. Then, all you have to do is create the set that you have in your mind. You will see what I'm talking about as I set Shelly's hair. I'm going to take all of the hair on the top of Shelly's head and put it up into a clip. Now watch how I do this," Madge said as she ran the tip of her rat tail comb from the upper right corner of Shelly's forehead back toward her crown, across the top rear of her head and then back to her left temple in a horse shoe shape. As she sprayed the large section of Shelly's hair with water, she continued to instruct Wendy. "I'm going to spray her hair with water to keep it nice and wet, then comb it through, twist, and twist, and, hand me that butterfly clip that you used the other night, and there," Madge explained as she performed the tasks. Madge was expert at styling hair and explaining the steps as she went along. "Now, we need to do the same type of thing from this part down to just above her ears," Madge said. She took three large swaths of Shelly's hair from the part she had just created down to a parallel part running just above Shelly's ears. There was now one section of twisted, clamped hair above each her left and right ear and one squarely in the in the back of her head. Madge had taken each large section of hair, sprayed it with water, and twisted it tightly. She then wrapped it around her finger in order to secure snugly to Shelly's scalp and out of her way with large metal butterfly wave clamps. The very bottom back of Shelly's hair was now all that was hanging free and ready to be set on rollers. "You see, Wendy, to do a proper ringlet set, we start at the bottom and work our way up to the top of he head," Madge said as Wendy looked on with great interest. She noticed a little bit of confusion on Wendy's face and said, "I know you don't understand, Honey. Just be patient and you'll see why I'm doing all if this." Madge sprayed a little water on the back of Shelly's hair and combed it through. She used her comb to separate a vertical lock of hair right in the middle of the lower back of her head, sprayed it with setting lotion and combed it through. "There, we're ready for the first roller. Wendy, hand me one of those pink ones," Madge said. As she wound the end of Shelly's eight or so inch long hair around the three-quarter inch roller, Madge thought about how this lovely head of hair was going to look hours from now when the rollers were removed and the thought made her womanhood tingle. Then, she thought about those horrid words from yesterday, especially the 'pussy boy' epithet and she gave the roller now wound into Shelly's hair an extra hard tug. "Ouch!" Shelly yelped. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you Shelly? I'll try to be more gentle," Madge said innocently. "I'm O.K.!" Shelly said in defiance and Madge firmly seated the first roller in place with a large roller pin. She continued to work from the center placing a roller to the left of the first one and then to the right. It took five vertically placed rollers, all held in place with large roller pins, to set this lower rear portion of Shelly's ringlet set. To make sure this row of curlers wasn't going to be disturbed prematurely, Madge joined each one to the one next to it by sliding a roller pin over them in pairs. "This is kind of the tricky part, Wendy," Madge said taking the metal butterfly clip out of the back of Shelly's hair. "Now, you'll see why I sectioned her hair the way I did. This next row of rollers is going to overlap the bottom row a little. If Shelly's head were a little bigger, we wouldn't have this problem but we have to work around that. For the rest of the set, I'm going to use those pink rollers with the plastic cover clamps," Madge said. She quickly had put another vertical roller in at the center back of Shelly's hair. She had angled it slightly and as she rolled it down toward Shelly's scalp, it overlapped the one directly under it by about a half an inch. As Madge worked, Wendy took in the beautiful sight of Shelly having her hair set. He loved the look of Shelly's pale blonde hair as it was being wrapped meticulously around his mother's pink rollers. He loved the color of his hair because it was like his mother's but he would have been very happy to have been ! born a na tural blonde like Shelly. He felt that now familiar moistness 'down there' and hoped his panty liner was working as his mother had described. When his mother finished setting the next six rollers at the back of Shelly's head, Wendy could stand it no longer. "Mother, may I continue with Shelly's set?" he asked. "Why of course you can, Darling. Just let me show you how to do these next two sections," Madge answered and removed the clamp holding the hair behind Shelly's left temple. She then put a single vertical roller in at the hairline winding it forward toward Shelly's face. "Shelly, you are going to be quite the prissy princess when we're through with you. In fact, I'm sure you'll be the most girlie girl on the block," Nancy said to her seething daughter. "Wendy, now you can continue with Shelly's hair. Roll the rest of her hair in those two side sections toward the back," Madge said. Madge sat next to Shelly at the counter and watched Wendy gracefully take the tail comb, precisely section the next vertical rectangular lock of hair and comb it straight out from Shelly's head. He then effortlessly sprayed it with setting lotion and combed through the lock of hair again to evenly distribute the setting lotion and get it ready for the next roller. As he daintily held the damp lock in his left hand, he reached to the counter and the next roller. Madge beamed with satisfaction at how cute and feminine he looked doing all of that. He was clearly enjoying performing the task that he had dreamed of for so long. Shelly's hair, so admired by him from afar, was now slipping through his fingers. His mind raced with excitement from the silky wet feel of it. Occasionally one of his fingers would touch an anchored roller here or there and it would send a chill through his body. His mother watched intently as Wendy, with his right hand only, was able to remove the plastic cover from the roller and hold it softly with his pretty full lips almost as if he were kissing it. He perfectly placed the end of the lock of hair on the roller, winding it slightly. She didn't want him to learn bad habits and holding the clamp in his lips is, of course, unacceptable professional behavior, but he was as darling as he could be when he did that and she couldn't bring herself to correct him. As he was taught, he pulled the curler to evenly distribute the hair on the roller, wound it down to Shelly's scalp and then took the clamp from his lips and secured the roller with its cover. Madge gave thought to students she had that, after a couple of months of instruction, couldn't perform these skills as flawlessly as he was. "Oh, that's perfect, Wendy," Madge said- and it was. "Madge, he is amazing. And he just set your hair once the other night? It's like he's been doing this all of his days," Nancy complimented. "Shelly, you need to thank Mister Wendy for setting your hair for you," Nancy directed. This was entirely too much for Shelly who had been sitting in angry silence for over half an hour. Without thought to consequence, she said in a nasal whinny childish tone as if she were in the first grade, "Thank you, Mister Wendy." Wendy didn't appreciate her sarcastic tone one bit and, unfortunately for Shelly, he had the next sectioned lock of her hair in his left hand ready for the next roller. He intentionally yanked the lock of hair in his hand saying, "That's Miss Wendy to you, Shelly! And don't you ever forget it!" emphasizing the word 'miss'. All of the women in the room looked at each other, nodded, and smiled at his self acceptance. Wendy continued to work completing the second tier of rollers. Shelly now had five vertical rollers at the bottom back of her head secured by roller pins. All around the perimeter of her head there was another vertical row of rollers. The curlers in the back were fanned out as the bottoms of the curlers making up that group were resting on the curlers below them. The rollers in the two side groups were flat against Shelly's scalp. Now ready to set the top of Shelly's hair, Madge, the instructor, stood up to demonstrate what would need to be done next. As she did so, Wendy said, "Mother, please sit. I have a picture in mind of what Shelly's hair will look like when it's finished and the set needed to create it. May I please?" Wendy asked with a raised brow. "Certainly, Miss Wendy, the stage is all yours," his mother acquiesced as she sat back down. Wendy removed the butterfly clamp from the top of Shelly's head and noted the clamp marks there. He smiled thinking about the night before last when his mother saw those same marks in his hair and used them as a means of setting his hair. "She didn't need these for an excuse, all she had to do was ask!" he thought. The fledgling hairdresser sprayed Wendy's loose hair with water and combed through it to even out the wetness. He decided to use her natural part and sectioned her hair from front to back with a part that separated her hair into a one-third, two- thirds arrangement. He twisted the larger of these two sections, wrapped it around his fingers a couple of times and then down to Shelly's head securing it again with the butterfly clip as he had seen his mother do. The left side smaller of the two sections was now ready for setting. He knew exactly what to do and in minutes Shelly had another row of vertical rollers above her left ear. This row was also fanned out as the bottoms of them were resting slightly on the rollers below. He removed the recently placed butterfly clip, and parted the last large section in half from front to back. The top and final section that would be set was again clamped out of the way. As quickly as he had done the left side, Wendy set the right hand opposite one. The row on the upper right was also fanned out from Shelly's head. "Why are you using such an intricate pattern, Miss Wendy?" Nancy asked earnestly. Madge answered for him and said, "When Shelly's hair is dry and the rollers are removed, her ringlets will hang down in perfect rows. Wendy will remove the bottom curlers first, arrange the curls with perfect precision and spray them with an extra strong hold hair spray. Then, he'll work up to the next tier and do the same. He can do a more of a loose, random style of ringlets if that's what you want. But if a more defined look of perfectly formed, bouncy ringlets is desired, then Shelly will certainly be able to have them." "Wendy, please tell me why you parted her hair on the top that way. Please, Wendy, you answer," Nancy said looking at Madge. "I thought that her finished hairstyle would be simply darling if Shelly ended up with a group of pretty ringlets on the left side and this larger mass of curls on top running down to the right. She will have so many curls on this side, that a nice floppy yellow bow to match her dress could be tied in here to set off her hairstyle. She will look like a living doll! Of course, the ribbon for the bow will need to match the yellow in her dress exactly or it will look funny," Wendy answered. Shelly was now beside herself and almost in tears. She held them back not wanting to give anyone in the room the satisfaction of seeing her cry. In a short time, Shelly's set was complete and Nancy told her daughter to stand up and 'stretch her legs'. "Here Shelly, look in the mirror at your hair. It's truly a work of art!" Nancy chimed. Shelly took the large hand mirror from her mother and looked in the mirror in horror. The sight of her ringlet set was too much for the young girl. "My God! My head looks like a freak Christmas tree! How could you do this to me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "I just can't ... " and Shelly started to cry uncontrollably. Shelly was being punished but all present now felt sorry for her. The first to comfort her was Wendy. He took the mirror from her hand and went to hug her. Shelly was totally beaten and just stood there with her arms hanging at her sides bawling like a baby. Wendy put his arms around her and held her close as tears started to run down his own cheeks. "Please Shelly, please don't cry. This will all be over soon. I can't stand to see you cry," Wendy comforted patting her back while he sniffled. Her head was next to his and he gave an instant of thought of how good the curlers in her hair felt pressing against his own. But, he was more concerned with Shelly than anything else. He released his friend as she was starting to calm herself, turned to Shelly's mother and asked, "Miss Nancy, hasn't Shelly been punished enough? It was all my fault for forgetting how I was dressed. Shelly should have never seen me that way and I surprised her." Nancy was thinking about the situation when the three grown women in the kitchen witnessed something that was almost beyond imagination. Shelly turned to Wendy and took his hands in hers. It was almost as if the nasty disposition that had possessed her for so long suddenly had floated out of Shelly's frame and a look of pure calm came over her face. "Wendy, after all I've done, you want to help me?" she asked looking into his eyes. "Shelly, I want us to be friends. I used to like to play video games with you. Then when James went away, you got so mean. Can I have the old Shelly back?" he asked her. Shelly responded by leaning toward him and tenderly kissing him on the lips. This made Wendy's little boyhood stir. He closed his eyes and kissed her back innocently. They sealed their new found friendship with a hug. Nancy was pleased with the tender display and decided to recant some of Shelly's punishment. "Shelly, what you said to Wendy was awful and what you have said to your brother when he was being punished was often worse. Your punishment was to last for several more days. I have decided that your punishment will end this evening. We need to go home now and you will spend the rest of the day inside but may do anything within reason that you wish. You don't have to put the dress and petticoat back on but I want you to stay dressed as you are all afternoon. Your hair will remain in curlers for the day. This evening, if Miss Madge will have us back, I want Wendy to fix your hair for you and I want you to put on your petticoat and dress so I can see your pretty hair and your pretty dress together. Then, I will take one picture of you for my memory book. After that, you can change into your play clothes." "Oh Mom! Thanks a lot! I'll be good from now on. I promise!" Shelly cheered. She immediately hugged Wendy and gave him another kiss but this time on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear. "Miss Nancy, I am going to have my first slumber party tonight. It was going to be just the three of us but I would love it if you and Shelly would come," Wendy asked anxiously. "Well, we'll see. Let me think about it," Nancy answered. Shelly and Nancy left after Madge lent Shelly one of her short robes to go home in. As soon as the door was closed, Madge said, "Ladies, let's get our hair fixed. It's time to go to the mall!" Continued in Part II C -