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His Mother's Hair, Part II C By Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: I promised that Wendy's slumber party was going to be part of this installment. The mall sequence turned out to be longer than I had planned so the next part will focus on Wendy's slumber party. Wendy is just a girl that is having to much fun! When the front door finally closed behind Shelly and her mother a sense of calm and comfort once again permeated the household. Wendy, Madge and Wilma certainly had been witness to and taken part in a difficult and emotionally charged couple of hours. Shelly's visit had resulted in her 'freak Christmas tree' punishment roller set, as she called it, and now that that was complete there were only fun adventures to look forward to for the rest of the day. Wendy was most pleased that her old friend, recently turned nemesis, now appeared to be a closer friend to him than ever. The instant the door was closed, Wendy had run to the window looking toward Shelly's house wanting to catch one last glimpse of her intricate roller set. If the day were to end for him as well as it had began regarding Shelly's hair, he would have his hands in her hair again that evening only this time he would be styling her hair into doll like ringlets. Just the thought of doing that for her made him tingle all over. Wilma had gone off to the living room for some quiet time. She was used to living alone and with all of the commotion of the morning, she felt a need to sit in solitude and get her knitting needles clicking. After putting on her knitting apron, she opened the living room drapes for light and then a window for fresh air and did just that. "Come, Wendy, let's get those curlers out of your hair," Madge called. "It's a little after eleven and we need to be at our first stop by twelve so we need to get your hair styled." It bothered Wendy that his mother was so matter of fact about something that was infinitely important to him. Nevertheless, he followed his mother to the dining room and sat at the head of the table. Madge went to collect a few of her styling tools from the kitchen as everything was still there from Shelly's ringlet set. Happily for Wendy, she remembered to bring the hand mirror. "Here, Honey, you hold the mirror while I work back here," Madge said. "We've already seen how nicely curled your hair is going to be from taking out that one roller. You know, it may have relaxed a little bit but not very much," she said gently pulling out and releasing the single curl that was previously set free. "Are you ready to be my curly headed princess so we can go shopping?" Madge asked. "Mommie, I'm so excited, truly I am," Wendy softly answered in innocent anticipation. Madge worked slowly freeing her son's intricately set locks of hair from the rollers. She loved styling hair and everything about it but what she loved most were the luscious curls that she could create. She loved it even more so at this moment because they were her son's curls. Wendy had long appreciated the beauty in Shelly's ringlets and certainly in his mother's. But, having well defined curls in his own hair was something that had, in his mind, been impossible. And, here he was again experiencing a dream come true. He took incredible pleasure watching his mother's fingers release his hair from the brightly colored sponge rollers. He thought about how Shelly had seen horror in the mirror that he was holding and how he was seeing nothing but pure heaven. He had to keep his head still so he used his arms and strained his eyes left and right to see as much of the back of his hair as he could. The pace of his heartbeat quickened as he observed the blossoming tight ringlets at his crown. This part of his hair styling was over much too quickly for Wendy. In a short couple of minutes, his mother had removed all of the rollers from his hair. This event had only taken place twice, at least in Wendy's recent memory, and he noticed the same feeling of emptiness when the last roller was removed as he did when the last roller was taken from his hair the prior day and that made him sigh. He thought ahead to the slumber party that evening and hoped to have his hair set again and that made him feel mu! ch, much better. Madge had done her usual professional job when she set Wendy's hair and the result was that Wendy's gathered hair was a perfect mass of uniform reddish auburn ringlets. His entire head of hair was a bit disheveled from the prior night's sleep and that needed to be taken care of. Mindfully putting together her strategy for Wendy's hair styling, Madge went to find the bag of hair accessories that she had purchased for him when she went out to buy his sponge rollers. "Let's see, what have we got here," Madge said as she dumped the contents of the shopping bag onto the table in front of Wendy. "Mommie, is that all for me?!" he said with pure excitement. "It sure is, Baby. There is a little bit of everything there," Madge said. Wendy just stared at the pile of brightly colored packages in front of him. "Go ahead and look through your things, Honey. They won't bite you. You'll find barrettes and bows, a card of Bobbie pins, a banana clip, a couple of different size comb clamps, scrunchies, and several sizes and colors of hair clips. I think there's enough there to get you started. I have stacks and stacks of catalogues in my office at the college and you are welcome to anything you find in them. I can get the catalogue items at wholesale cost and even some for free as samples so you can just have a ball looking through them," Madge offered. Wendy was in sort of a hypnotic state by now and didn't even notice that his mother had left the room. "Could all of this be happening to me?" he thought. He again put his hand up to his chest and held onto his 'life preserver' locket. For so long, as long as could remember, he had dreamed of sitting exactly as he was right now. Several times in the last couple of days he gave deep thought to his young life and the severe longing for the feminine that he was now experiencing. He came to the realization that he didn't really hate being a boy, but he simply loved being treated as if he were a girl. He thought about his favorite fire engine and how it seemed so far away from him now even though it was upstairs on the floor in his closet. He remembered playing with it and his wood blocks for hours on end. He recalled using the blocks to make as tall a structure as the many blocks would allow and pretending how it was on fire. He thought about his fire truck coming to rescue the young girl in her bedroom. But, instead of being a fireman as most little boys would, he dreamed that it was he on the top floor of the 'house' when the handsome fireman climbed up the ladder and through the window to rescue him from danger. He thought about the fireman's strength when he was lifted up and put over his shoulder and carried down the ladder to safety in his nightgown, curlers and robe. "Mommie and Grammy really rescued me," he quietly thought. He thought about his sixth Christmas. That was the year he got his fire truck and a new bike from Santa. Such a happy morning it was to have two such special presents and not be able to figure out which one he wanted to play with first. Then he thought about his heartache while he watched his mother so gracefully moving about the house in her flowing nightgown and hair rollers. He thought about how he wanted to be dressed that way instead of in his baseball pajamas and short boy's haircut. He thought about his dad and how much he missed him but in his heart of hearts he knew if his dad were still with them, he wouldn't be sitting there with a head full of curls wearing pretty girlie clothes. He thought about going over to Shelly's and wanting to see what Santa had left for her. When he saw her presents he thought about how happily he would have traded his fire truck for the new Madame Alexander doll that Santa had brought for her. His fire truck was fun but it didn't compare to Shelly's elegant doll with her old fashioned dress and blonde ringlet curls. He thought about the Easter dresses that he saw last spring with his mother. She had bought him a new pair of pants and even a new pair of shoes but in his heart he knew what he really wanted to wear to church that Sunday. "Wendy, are you all right? You look like you're far, far away." Madge said returning to the room. Wendy again was startled by the scissors in his mother's hand and she noticed him tense up. "Wendy I swear, I didn't know you had a scissors phobia. Oh, Wendy, ... " Madge said kneeling down on the floor beside him and dropping the scissors to the carpet. "I think my little girl and her Mommie need to have another talk," and she hugged him tenderly. 'No one, and I mean no one, is ever going to make you do something ever again that makes you uncomfortable or unhappy with your appearance and that especially includes your hair. We've started your feminine journey only a couple of days ago and I can tell that this is who you really are," she said holding his cheeks in her hands and kissing him on his cute little turned up nose. "I can see it in your every movement and even in the way you think." Madge moved her right hand down to cover the left side of Wendy's chest and said, "There has been a little girl inside this heart of yours just begging to be let out and now she is here to stay. I just didn't understand and that's my fault and I'm so very sorry. I knew that from the time you were a young child that you hated getting your haircut but I thought it was just a little quirk you had. I had no idea how painful it must have been for you when your father used to take you to that awful barber shop. Never again, my little girl, never ever again will your hair be cut unless you want it cut. You, Miss Wendy, are going to control the length and style of your hair. I am a trained beautician and I think I have a talent for knowing how a person should be wearing their hair. I can guarantee you that I will be making motherly suggestions regarding your mode of dress, your manners, and, when you get older, even your make up. I will especially be telling you how I think you should wear your hair. You understand that it's a mother's duty to do so," Madge said touching the tip of his nose with the tip of her fingernail. This made Wendy smile. "But Wendy, and you must believe me in your heart when I tell you this, your beautiful hair will never be cut again without your prior knowledge and consent. I will insist that your hair be kept clean and healthy so that is going to mean a periodic trim. Bit if you want to grow that gorgeous hair of yours down to your knees, I will help you do that. My poor baby, you must have suffered so!" Madge said embracing her son. She held him in her arms and rocked him slightly with tears in her eyes. She vowed to herself that Wendy wouldn't be denied another feminine thing or experience as long as she was alive. "Now, let me make my baby girl's hair scrumptious!" Madge exclaimed Madge stood up and said, "Wendy, please, always trust me. I'm a little hurt that you thought I was going to violate your hair with these scissors. Let me tell you why I went to get them. Your hair is a little mussed from your pillow. I can't take this tight band out of your hair without damaging the ringlets that we worked so hard for. I'm going to use the tip of the scissors to cut the band in your hair so you are going to hear a little snip when I cut through the elastic and your hair will fall because it will then be loose. O.K., relax Wendy, here goes," Madge said cutting through the band. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Madge said handing him the severed piece. Wendy's head and heart felt instant relief as his hair was now completely loose from the taught elastic band constraining his hair. He could feel his hair now slowing falling from it's own weight toward his shoulders. He reached back and felt it with just his fingertips and the volume of delicate curls warmed his heart. "Now, I'm going to gently brush your hair back to the crown without pulling the brush through your curls," Wendy's mother explained gathering her son's hair between her thumb and forefinger. "Hand me that small pink scrunchie, will you Hon?" "No, not that one ... yes, that's right ... that's a good girl. Take it out of the package for me," Madge said. Wendy noticed that the pink scrunchie was exactly same shade as his top and was sure that it wasn't a coincidence. "See, Wendy, this scrunchie will hold your hair but not quite as securely as the elastic band so it will be a little more comfortable. It will look about the same, because I'm going to use these Bobbie pins to help hold your hair up. There, I have your scrunchie spread wide enough to get your ringlets through the opening without ruining them. Good, that part is done," she said carefully pulling the bundle of curls through the scrunchie a couple of times. "I think we should go to the bathroom mirror for the final styling of your coif," Madge suggested. Wendy wasn't exactly sure he knew what the word 'coif' meant but he followed his mother to the downstairs bath mirror. Madge positioned him so that she could work on his hair and so that he could see what was going on by using the hand mirror. In her hand, she had only her tail comb and a few Bobbie pins. "We want your ringlets to be evenly distributed up here, Darling, so, I'm just going to primp and pull and arrange your hair up here for a few minutes. This might remind you of how you work when you put together one of your flower arrangements," Madge explained. Wendy loved his mother's analogy and watched in awe as his mother tugged his new curls, sometimes twisting them around her finger, and sometimes even poking at them to make them behave. There were soon dozens of spring like ringlets now growing out of the top of his head. When she smoothed his hair back toward his girlie crown of curls and secured it there with the Bobbie pins, he found himself shifting from one foot to the other in obvious discomfort. Madge's motherly instinct told her that there must be a dampness in his panties once again. As she continued to perfect her art on the canvas of Wendy's hair, she said, "Wendy, be sure to change your panty liner before we go to the mall. That is something you will need to learn to do without being told." He blushed and said, "Yes, Mother." After Madge pinned a few more loose strands with the Bobbie pins in her hand, she pronounced that she was finished. "Well, what do you think?" Madge asked. Wendy put the mirror down on the sink vanity counter and reached for his mother. He put his arms around his mother's waist and his head on her ample chest giving little thought to damaging his new hair style and whispered, "Thank you Mommie, I love you so much it makes my tummy ache." "I love you, too, Baby. But let's not get too mushy or I'm going to ruin my mascara completely," Madge said wiping the first hint of a tear away from the corner of her eye. "Let's go find your Grammy." Wendy and Madge thought Wilma was in the living room still knitting but she was nowhere to be found. As they finished looking through the last of the rooms on the lower level of the house, Wilma came down the stairs with her purse in her hand. She had fixed her hair and put on her makeup. "Wendy, let me see your hair!" she insisted. As Wilma surveyed the delicious curls pulled up to at the back of Wendy's head, she said, "I can see your mother hasn't lost her touch. I've never seen a girl so taken with hair and hair styling as your mother. Well, at least not until now anyway," she said kissing Wendy on the forehead. "Is it all right if I touch your hair?" the boy's grandma asked. Wendy nodded his head and Wilma ever so gently held his ringlets in the palm of her hand. "You are lucky to have such pretty hair, Wendy- very lucky indeed," she said. Madge had walked out of the room and was returning with her purse. "Ready to go, ladies?" she asked. "Mother, I think we are ready to go but ... " Wendy said raising his eyebrows and looking at his mother's scarf covered head. Madge reached up and felt her scarf and rollers. "Well, this is a first! Wendy, help your senile old mom ... " "Hey watch that kind of talk around an old person, daughter dear. You might find yourself over your mother's knee if you keep that up!" Wilma said playfully. Madge sat down at the table and removed her scarf. As Wendy removed the rollers from his mother's hair, he was a little disappointed that her hair wasn't set as nicely as before. The loose curls just created were pretty but not compared to the ones that came out of the roller set from the night before last. When the dozen or so rollers were removed, he again couldn't resist holding the bulk of his mother's hair in his hands and putting his nose in it to once again savor its bouquet. "Mommie, your hair smells so good! I just love it!" he squealed. Madge stepped into the downstairs powder room with brush in hand and in seconds emerged with her signature hairdo and a can of hair spray. "I'm ready. Here Wendy, let me spray you," Madge said going over to him and aiming the can at Wendy's hairdo. On the way to the mall, Wendy was possibly as nervous as he had ever been in his young life. He wondered if he would find some of those special clothes that he had wanted for so long. He was terrified that the sales ladies might figure out that he was a boy shopping for girl clothes and make a public display. He was even anxious about the stores that they would visit. He had spent plenty of time shopping with his mother but now they were going to shop for girl clothes for him. He hoped his mother would know which of the many, many stores would be best. And then there was that one special dress that he had seared into his mind seemingly forever. Would he be lucky enough to find such a treasure. As they drove toward the mall, Madge turned the car into an outdoor strip mall a few blocks short of what Wendy thought was their destination. This startled Wendy initially because he thought he knew where they were going. The name on the shop directly in front of the car was 'Luanne's Nail's'. Knowing that this was where his mother had her nails done, he was instantly relieved and then excited. No one had spoken of it since he did his flower arrangement and he had completely forgotten about his promised manicure and pedicure. Wilma had always thought that it was odd that her daughter had her nails and hair done outside of her beauty college because the services would have of course been free to her there. But Wilma appreciated the necessity of ones own preferred method of pampering and opted to keep her opinion to herself. Upon entering the nail salon, Wendy was reminded of the chemical smell there. He knew from rare prior visits that he was primarily smelling nail polish and polish remover. As unfamiliar as it was there was something about the aroma in the nail salon that he liked. "Good morning, Miss Madge! So nice to see you! And who are these two lovely ladies with you?" Luanne greeted. "This is my mother, Wilma Parsons, and my daughter, Wendy. Say hello to Luanne girls," Madge said taking care of the niceties. "When you called to book your appointments, you weren't sure what everyone was having done. Did we figure that out yet?" Luanne asked. "I think my mother and I are going to just have pedicures but Wendy will have that and a manicure," Madge answered. "That's fine. Do you mind if I take Wendy myself since it is her first time?" Luanne asked. "I always like to get acquainted with my new customers." "Oh, please Luanne. You're so good at what you do I want Wendy to know what it's like to have the very best," Madge complimented. The three ladies were led to the large comfy recliners that were the pedicure stations. Warm water was filling each tub at the foot of each station. Wendy was taking in every movement and sound as the preparations were being made for his first nail appointment. He particularly noticed all of the rows of brightly colored bottles of nail polish that were in so many, many colors and it overwhelmed him. They intimidated him a little but he was relieved when he thought, "Well, no worry, those can't be for me." Luanne showed him the control for the chair and how to work the buttons to enact the massage and vibration modes. He was so distracted by this entire experience that Luanne's words didn't go past the openings of his ears. He wondered how full Luanne was going to fill the tub of the station he was sitting in. "Would the water overflow if she didn't turn it off?" and "I hope the water won't be hot for me?" he worried. Then, "What is in those two bottles that Miss Luanne poured into the water in that tub?" He had so many questions and so few answers. But, because he was sitting between his mother and grandmother, his comfort level rose a little. Luanne and Madge's relationship went back several years and Luanne was well aware that Madge had a son by the name of Wendell. When Madge booked their nail appointments, she felt comfortable enough and told Luanne that Wendell was transforming into a beautiful little flower named Wendy. Luanne was most pleased with this development and congratulated Madge on her 'new daughter'. A new employee, Kim by name, was assigned to do Madge's pedicure. She spoke little English but Madge was assured that she was expert at her profession and a treasured employee at the nail salon. Wilma was going to have one of Luanne 's 'regular' girls, Doris, work on her toes and feet. Madge was comfortable with Doris doing her mother's pedicure having been the benefit of her skills many times. She wondered if she had ever mentioned that she had a son. As far as Madge knew, Kim and Doris knew nothing of the situation regarding Wendy's physical gender. After Wendy's tub was filled Luanne swished her hand through the water mixing in the foot bath solutions she had poured in. "I think this water will be perfect for you, Sweetie. You let your Auntie Lu know if that's too hot for you," Luanne said tenderly. Wendy liked the fact that Luanne referred to herself as his 'Auntie' as it made him much closer to the woman that he had seen only casually over the years his mother had been a customer of her shop. He slowly lowered his feet into the warm bath and confirmed, "It feels good, Miss Luanne," he answered. "Can I ask a question?" Wendy braved. "Of course, Sweetie. This is your special time," Luanne replied. "What was in those bottles that you poured into the water, Miss Luanne?" Wendy asked. "The best way to think of those magic potions is that they are bubble bath for the feet!" Luanne answered. Wendy loved bubble baths and smiled at Luanne's answer. Luanne had started to bathe one of Wendy's feet when he looked over at his grandma and smiled. "See how much fun it is being a girl?" Wilma asked him. Wilma instantly thought that she had said something she shouldn't have but, after thinking about it, realized the question was innocent and could be asked of anyone. Wendy only nodded as Luanne put his left foot back into the warm soapy water to soak and started on his right foot. As Madge did while instructing Wendy while she set his or he set Shelly's hair, Luanne explained the steps of Wendy's pedicure. "See Wendy, first we get your feet nice and clean by letting them soak and then by washing them. The next thing I'm going to do might tickle a little. We're going to take care of any rough spots that you have on your dainty little feet. You have such absolutely darling little feet! It's so nice when your feet are small because you get to wear the cutest shoes! Now, this won't take long because your feet are almost as smooth as a baby's bottom," Luanne explained and Wendy giggled at the comparison. "Don't worry, I'll be really gentle. I'm just removing some of the little bit of rough skin around your heel and big toe with this pumice stone. Doesn't that feel nice, Wendy?" Luanne said wanting to be sure he relished every part of the experience. It did feel funny to him having someone spend so much time on his feet but Wendy was enjoying every second of this new form of feminine pampering. When Luanne was finished ridding Wendy's feet of any roughness, she poured a gray milky lotion into her hands and started massaging Wendy's feet going almost halfway up to his knees. Wendy was beside himself trying to keep from laughing because Luanne kept running her thumb across the bottom of his feet and it tickled so much. "This solution I'm rubbing on your feet exfoliates the skin to keep it healthy," Luanne explained to a puzzled Wendy. "I'm sorry, Wendy, that just means that I'm removing loose or dead skin cells so that the skin underneath can breathe. It's very healthy because it makes your skin nice and fresh." When she was finished with that part of the process, Luanne rinsed Wendy's feet and washed them again. She then started to work on his toenails. She cleaned a little there and filed a little here until Wendy's toenails were uniform in length and perfectly filed straight across. "See Wendy, that didn't take long and the hard work is all done. Look at how nice your toes look. Now comes the fun. Just soak in that nice warm water for a few more minutes and we'll get your feet dry and moisturized. I think you are really going to enjoy this next part, Sweetie." Luanne said with excitement. Luanne went off to answer the phone as Wendy's feet were left to soak in their warm bath. She returned shortly with a tray of what looked like rings for his fingers and showed them to him. "I've already cleared it with your mom, Honey. I want you to pick one of these rings out. You can have any one you want- it's my treat," Luanne offered holding the tray in front of him. Wendy looked at the tray and then toward his mother. "Those are toe rings, Baby. Lot's of girls wear them and Luanne thought you should have a keepsake from your first pedicure with her. Isn't that sweet?" Madge said. Wendy looked over the rows of toe rings thoughtfully before choosing one called 'Hawaiian Heart'. It had a delicate pattern woven into the metal all the way around and at it's top center there was a little open heart. "Excellent choice, Wendy! That one is my favorite. Now let's get your feet dried off," Luanne said. She took Wendy's feet one by one and dried them with a soft warm towel. She then massaged each foot with a special scented moisturizer. At this point Wendy was in dreamland and loving every second of his pedicure. When she was finished giving Wendy his heavenly foot massage, Luanne caressed each foot again with a soft warm towel to remove any excess lotion. As all of this process was going on, Wendy lost track of his mother and grandmother's progress. He then noticed that his pedicure was finished because Luanne had walked away leaving him with his feet resting on a padded footrest and his mother and grandma's feet were still being worked on. As Wendy sat patiently, Kim was busy working to his left on his mother's toes. He was now paying more attention to Kim than anything else. "This pletty one you daughta?" Kim asked "That she is, Kim," Madge answered proudly with a smile. "She pletty like her mama," Kim complimented. "Why you not take care of her hairy legs! She too pletty to have hairy legs!" Kim said boldly. Hearing this, Wendy was embarrassed and shocked. Madge was so taken back that she even struggled to say, "Well, I , ... " Luanne was only a few feet away and admonished Kim saying, "Kim! What a thing to say. I'm sure Miss Madge is well aware of her daughter's legs." "Pletty girl need wax job! What you tink, mama?" she blurted. "Kim! You hush! I'm sorry Madge. Here, do these meet with your approval?" Luanne said holding a tray of about a dozen bottles of nail polish in front of Wendy's mother. "Any of those will be fine, Luanne. Thank you for being so considerate," Madge said trying to contain her agitation. "Kim, Wendy just turned thirteen. In fact, she is going to have a nice bubble bath before she has her first slumber party tonight and we're certainly going to take care of that little bit of fuzz on her legs," Madge said more politely than she had in mind. "One more thing and you'll have the prettiest toes in town, Miss Wendy," Luanne bubbled turning to Wendy. "Here you are. Now you get to pick," Luanne said holding the tray in front of Wendy. "Mother, what ... " Wendy tried to say looking to her for guidance. "The colors on that tray are all on my approved color list for my thirteen year old daughter. You may choose the color polish you want on your fingers and toes from there," Madge said smiling. Wilma was also enjoying the spectacle of her grandson picking out his first nail polish. Wendy looked at the small bottles for a long while and touched each several times. With Luanne patiently holding the tray, Wendy finally chose the 'Bubble Gum Pink' polish for his first nail color. Madge nodded as he held it up for her approval. She had a motherly feeling of inner satisfaction because she guessed he would pick exactly that one. As Wendy's toes were being spread apart with pink toe foam separators that were almost the same color as the nail polish he had chosen, his heartbeat quickened as he thought about what was going to happen. He was again confused because Luanne began shaking another bottle of beige polish so vigorously that he thought it might fly out of her hand. "Wendy, I know this all new to you so you just trust your new Auntie. This bottle in my hand is called a base coat. It makes the polish stick to your nails better. It also has a little bit of a filler in the polish so, it will fill in any ridges to give your polish a look that's as smooth as glass," Luanne explained as she brushed the first application on Wendy's toes. "Let's let that dry for a few minutes before we put the color on," Luanne said returning to her desk. Wendy looked over at his mother in the next chair and extended his hand out to her. Madge took her son's hand holding it gently and she started to gently rub the back of his hand with her thumb. They were still holding hands when Luanne returned. "Are you ready, Miss Wendy? This is a big step if you've never had nail color on your toes before," Luanne asked while shaking the bottle of pink polish. Wendy, as was becoming usual, simply nodded his head. He continued to hold his mother's hand as his eyes were trained on Luanne's hands expertly applying the first polish to his toes. Wilma and Madge were also watching Luanne both thinking that Wendy was now experiencing yet another rite of feminine passage. When Luanne finished with the first coat, she stood up and walked to Wendy's right side and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She was inwardly very pleased to be taking part in the feminization of this darling male child. A few minutes later, Luanne had finished applying a second coat. After more explanation and the proper amount of drying time, the final top sealing coat was applied. Wendy's pedicure was pronounced finished. Luanne went to her storeroom and returned with a pair of rainbow colored flip flops and slipped them carefully on Wendy's feet. "These will keep your toes from getting smudged while the polish finishes completely drying. There you go girl!" she said helping him out of the chair. "This is so exciting. Now let's get your manicure started." "Luanne, I was thinking," Madge said as Kim was applying polish to her own toenails. "Let's do Wendy manicure but without any color. We're going shopping and it might be a little too much to expect Wendy to keep her fingernail polish from getting mussed since it's her first time. If you'll do the prep work and maybe a gloss base coat, then I'll do the color tonight at her slumber party," Madge explained. "Sound good, Doll, you're the boss," Luanne said as she led Wendy to her manicure station. With similar explanation, Luanne went through the steps of Wendy's manicure with him. She had just applied the last of the base coat when Madge and Wilma's pedicure was finally finished. They were putting on the flip flops they had brought from home getting ready to go. Wendy was sitting like a statue at her manicure station gazing at his wet clear shiny nails unsure of what to do. Luanne couldn't help but smile at him. She rose out of her chair, walked up behind him bending over and she took his elbows standing him up thereby keeping control of his arms. "Honey, we need to let your nails dry so you have to be careful. Just keep your arms bent like this at the elbows and let your hands hang loose. That's it, just let your wrists go limp and keep your fingers spread and your nails will be dry in no time," Luanne encouraged. Madge and Wilma were pleased with the effeminate sight of Wendy talking a few short steps back and forth as he dried his nail polish. Time was running short so they picked up their purses and the trio approached the sales register. Luanne had a total for the day's services but before presenting it, she pulled a small bag from under the counter. She handed it to Wendy and said, "Now Miss Wendy, I want to see you often but I understand that you are not going to have your fingers and toes always done at your Auntie Lu's so this is a gift from me to you." Wendy took the small bag and looked inside to find a folded over fabric case containing a high quality manicure set. Separate was a bottle each of the base coat, polish and top coat that were used for his pedicure. The tender hearted Wendy began to tear up as he went behind the counter to thank his new friend with a hug. When Luanne bent down to receive Wendy's embrace, she whispered in his ear, "Welcome to girlhood, Wendy," and she kissed him on his cheek. "That's so sweet of you Luanne. But you don't have to do that. You really should let me pay you for everything," Madge insisted. Wilma took out her credit card and said, "Nonsense Madge, this is such a nice gesture and very sweet. But you're not paying for anything because this is my treat. Remember that I still owe Wendy for her flower arranging class gift certificate." Wilma reviewed the total and didn't feel that the total was as much as she expected and said so. "That's because all of Wendy's services were free today. This is my treat and my privilege to be able to have Wendy here for her first nail appointment. Please, I insist," Luanne said graciously. "That's very kind of you Luanne. Here's my credit card and, Wendy, I still owe you a nail appointment!" Wilma said pointing at him. After hugs and kisses all around, the ladies said their goodbyes with promises to return soon. Arriving at the mall an hour later than planned, Madge took charge of the shopping excursion and headed straight for a mall directory. She studied the names of the stores and their location plotting out a strategy. Madge and Wendy had shopped there many times so the major department stores and general layout of the mall were familiar. Where they were going to shop for clothes for her new thirteen year old girl was another matter. Madge and Wendy's grandma each took her by the hand and started down the concourse of the mall. It was a difficult walk for Wendy because for the first time he wanted to look at every window display on every storefront. The ten gleaming pink jewels that were now at the end of each of his toes made him internally smile but they also distracted him. They encountered a number of nice stores including 'Forever 21', 'Bebe' and several others. Wendy, although quite taken with the experience of walking into feminine clothing stores and knowing that they were there to shop for him, thought the fashions in the first several stores to be a little too mature for his tastes. In his deepest thoughts, he was more inclined toward the more frilly 'young girl' look than the white halter tops that were emblazoned with the word 'BEBE' across the chest. Wendy was thirteen years old but he was a 'new girl' and he had a subconscious need to live at least some of the prior years that he had missed as Wendell. The deep seeded yearning that was now being satisfied was that of a younger child and not a budding teenager anxious for adulthood. Madge and her mother had taken the time to discuss their pending shopping trip only briefly. They had thought that taking Wendy shopping and seeing what Wendy was drawn to would be the best plan of action and that was the course they still had in mind. After a couple of 'walk in - walk out' stops they entered the Women's Macy's store. Entering the store, they walked through the jewelry department to the cosmetics section. Wendy was wide eyed and speechless as they meandered through the cosmetics department. There were so many pretty employees there with such perfect make up on their faces that he thought they must spend hours getting it all so perfect. To him, the entire area was so blatantly feminine with its scent of wonderfully intoxicating sample perfumes that he didn't want to leave. They spent some time there as Madge and Wilma stopped often to check out the scent of a new perfume or the claims of a new anti-aging creme that was the assuredly best product on the market as well as the most expensive. Whenever Madge and Wilma stopped to survey a particular new product on the counter, Wendy spent his time gazing at the contents of the brightly lit display cases as if they held the key to his future. As the trio left the cosmetics section, Wendy noticed that besides the jewelry and cosmetics, everywhere he looked there were pretty feminine things like clothes, shoes, and purses. He decided to ask his mother about it. "Where's the boy's department?" he asked. It was another one of those 'butterfly moments' for Madge until she realized that Wendy probably didn't understand that at this mall, Macy's had their 'Men's Store' in a separate building with the home furnishings. When she explained all of this to him, Wendy was comforted that this entire store was for women only. He felt a sense of refuge there and belonging. Madge once again felt relief. They looked in the 'juniors' section and several others finding nothing that met with Wendy's approval. Leaving Macy's they headed left down the mall for further exploration. They had walked only a short distance when Wendy was drawn to a new store that was unfamiliar to Madge. The store had a very different look to it than the others with its dark mahogany exterior and lace filled display windows. Looking closely as they approached the store, the windows were filled with bottles of lotion and make up displays. Wendy asked his mother, "Can we go in there?" The name on the window said 'Bare Escentuals'. Madge read it three times thinking that it should read 'Bare Essentials' but what she read first was correct. Without deliberation, Madge and Wilma followed Wendy into the store. The interior decor was similar to the exterior. There were rich marble counters atop the same dark wood that the brightly lit display cases were made of. The four employees were identically dressed in simple dark blue dresses with matching jackets, nylons and tasteful black pumps. "Expensive," Madge thought. "Can we be of assistance today, ladies?" the older of the four employees asked. "My daughter has just turned thirteen and I'd like to look at some simple make up for her. Can you do a makeover for her that would be appropriate for someone her age?" Madge asked somewhat hoping they would say 'no'. "Of course we can, my dear. Many of the cosmetics departments advertise that they will do a 'makeover'. Especially for young ladies your daughter's age, we like to think of it as a 'make under' as in 'understated'. We want our ladies to leave with a natural beauty about them rather than one that is contrived with too much paint. Wouldn't you agree?" "That sounds absolutely perfect. Wendy would you like to let these ladies show you some make up?" Madge asked as if she didn't already know the answer. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Madge Bryson and I operate 'A Woman's Touch College of Beauty'. This is my mother, Wilma Parsons," Madge said extending her hand. "Forgive my lack of manners. My name is Margo. Is this your mother? I thought you were sisters," Margo said politely extending her hand to Wilma. "You are too kind, Margo. But you sure made an old lady feel good," Wilma said as they clasped hands. "Well Wendy, what do you say?" Margo asked. Wendy nodded his head in shy disbelief. He felt himself to be the luckiest little boy on the planet. "What is your name, Honey" the Margo asked. "My name is Wendy. What's your name?" he asked, as he had not paid attention to the pleasantries that had just gone on. "My name is Margo and I'm the manager here. I'm going to ask Miss Amy to help you. Her skin tone is about the same as yours so that will make things easier. Miss Amy, if you please," Margo said to the prettiest of the three ladies behind the counter. "Hi, my name is Amy. I'm very pleased to meet you Wendy," Amy said extending her hand. "Let me take you into the special world of natural make up. This is my station if you'd care to take a seat." Wendy climbed into the elevated chair that was positioned so he could see himself in the large mirror in front of him. He watched as Amy put a paper bib on his chest securing it in place with a delicate chain behind his neck. He thought of sitting in the barber chair while having the cloth cape draped over him and he noticeably cringed. Amy saw him flinch and asked, "Are you all right, Wendy?" "Yes, I'm fine. I just had a bad thought," he answered. "Pretty girls like you shouldn't have bad thoughts. By the way, I love your hair. Did you do it yourself?" Amy asked putting a headband around Wendy's head covering his scalp line. "My mom did it for me. I'm just learning how to do hair," he answered. "Well, it's pretty amazing. You have such tight curl," Amy said as she primped his curls a little. Watching her toy with his hair made him feel infinitely better. "I'll bet you slept with your hair in sponge rollers last night. Didn't you?" she asked continuing to arrange his ringlets. Without waiting for an answer she said, "My sister is a cheerleader and she wears her hair like this when her high school has a game. I always know when she's going to be cheer leading because she pulls her hair up tight at her crown and sets it in sponge rollers. Sometimes the other girls come over and they have a roller party. Doesn't that sound like fun!" she said. "That would be very much fun Miss Amy," Wendy dreamily said. "Mommie set my hair like that last night. Sometimes I get to set my Mommie's hair and my Grammy's too!" Wendy explained wanting to further his thoughts away from the barber shop scene that had crept into his mind. "Well, you are learning to do hair, aren't you? Your mom and grandma's hair is very stylish. It's so nice to see three such lovely ladies taking pride in their appearance. Now, let me tell you about our products," Amy said as Madge and Wilma listened intently. "All of our products are 100% pure. That means they are free of preservatives, talc, oil, fragrance and other harmful chemicals. All of our foundations, cheek and eye colors have been crushed to a silky, creamy powder form, but remember it's NOT a powder. They are formulated to provide perfect coverage for every skin type and skin tone, and they even protect your skin with a natural sunscreen," she explained. "For you, Miss Wendy, I think that a gentle skin toner would be a good start. Healthy skin starts with a good diet and clean pores. Do you know what those are?" Amy asked. "Not really," came Wendy's reply. "Those are the tiny, tiny holes in your skin. When you perspire, or as my grandma used to say 'mist', the perspiration seeps out through your pores. They need to be kept clean so your skin can breathe." Wendy understood because of Luanne's explanation while she was exfoliating his feet during his pedicure. He was thinking about his pink toes while he was relishing Amy's gentle touch as she wiped the cotton pad containing a fresh smelling cool liquid over his skin. "There, your skin is nice and fresh," Amy said. "Mrs. Bryson, could I have a word with you?" Amy asked Madge. The two stepped out of Wendy's hearing range and Amy said, "Wendy's eyebrows could use a little cleaning up. Is that all right with you?" "Of course it is. Just explain everything to Wendy that is happening and he'll be fine. Oops," Madge said not thinking. "I know Mrs. Bryson. Wendy's secret is safe with me," Amy said very professionally. "I'll take very good care of your girl." Madge couldn't figure out how Amy knew Wendy's secret but was anxious to find out. If she couldn't find the right moment to ask her on this visit, she resolved to place a phone call later. Returning to Wendy, Amy said, "Wendy, I want you to look again in the mirror so I can show you something. But first, look at my eyebrow. See how defined and arched it is? Now look at yours," Amy directed. Wendy had never noticed the shape of his brow before but now was aware of the difference between his and Amy's. His were much more full, a little bushy, and straight across. "If you want to have eyebrows like mine, we'll have to work at it a little. I asked your mom and she said it was all right if it's all right with you," Amy asked. Wendy nodded accepting Amy's offer. "I'm going to trim your eyebrows and pluck out a few stray hairs. That part will hurt a little bit but it's worth it. If we do too much, the skin around your eyebrows will be red and swollen. We don't want that and this is the kind of thing you and your mom can work on together at home a little at a time." Amy trimmed Wendy's brows and began to work with her tweezers. Wendy went through the process with his eyes closed but without an utterance of pain. He remembered his mother saying that 'it hurts to be beautiful' and now he knew exactly what she meant. "I think that is enough for now, Wendy. Look at your eyebrows and tell me what you think," Amy said handing him the hand mirror. "Miss Amy, my eyes are pretty now. Thank you so much," Wendy said happily. "This is where we apply your make up, Wendy. When you get older, I think that you may want a little more make up but today we'll do the bare minimum. See Wendy, our make up is in powder form instead of a pore clogging liquid. I'm going to tap this 'bare minerals' foundation into the container lid. That loosens the make up for application to your face. Then we take this soft brush and dab it into the lid and brush it on. Here, hold the mirror again while you watch me. It's easy, you'll see." Wendy couldn't believe how much he loved being pampered. The feel of the soft brush on his face and the clean feminine scent of his make up made him feel like he was on a feminine cloud in heaven. "Wendy, there is now an ultra thin layer of make up on your face. It's so fine and understated that you hardly notice it. See how the beauty of your skin comes through?" Amy asked. "The next step we call 'building your complexion'. I'm going to apply this next make up in a similar way. We call this make up the Warmth All- Over Face Color. This particular shade is the same make up that I'm using right now. Again I'm putting the smallest amount into the container lid. You see, there's almost nothing there," Amy demonstrated. "The first powder went all over your face but this one is only going to go only where the sun will hit your face. So, we apply this powder here on the cheekbones, across your nose, on your forehead, and on your chin. Oh, that's lovely. I should have been an artist but I couldn't stand painting on canvass when I can put make up on a pretty face like yours," Amy said and Wendy blushed. After applying a hint of eye shadow and a clear gloss to Wendy's long eyelashes and now feminine eyebrows, Amy pronounced that they were almost finished. "One more thing and you'll be pretty enough to take to the prom, Wendy. Let's choose a lip gloss for you. Again, we want something that is appropriate for a girl your age. Let's try this one and see what you and your mother think," Amy said picking up a particular container. "Just hold your lips like this, Wendy," Amy said holding her own lips just so. Amy applied the color to Wendy's full lips and turned to Madge for approval asking, "Well Mrs. Bryson, what do you think of your beautiful girl?" "Breathtaking," was all Madge could say. Wilma also offered her approval of Wendy's 'make under'. "Here's the new you, Wendy," Amy said turning him in his chair so that he was facing the mirror directly. "Oh, Mother, I'm beautiful," he softly said in disbelief as he gazed at himself in the mirror. Wendy sat gazing at his reflection in wonderment long after Amy had taken the paper bib from his neck. "We of course have all of the products available for sale that I used today, Mrs. Bryson. Is there anything you'd like to take home with you?" Amy asked. Madge hesitated as she was feeling a little bit confined by her current economic situation. Amy offered, "I would suggest our starter kit. All of these products including the seven piece bare Minerals Beauty Collection, 2 shades of bare Minerals SPF 15 Foundation, the Mineral Veil finishing powder, and Warmth All-Over Face Color and 3 application brushes are included," Amy clarified. "I almost forgot. There is a complimentary DVD that will show Wendy in detail everything I did so she can learn how to apply our make up correctly." "That's sounds wonderful. But what's the bad news?" Madge asked practically. "The starter kit is only $59.95. I'm not sure but there may be a discount available today," Amy said as she looked over to her manager, Margo. Margo gave Amy a positive nod and Amy said, "As a first time customer, Wendy is offered a fifteen per cent discount today," Amy said. Wilma then came into the conversation. "That will be fine. I'd like an extra container of the powder foundation and that, what's it called, Warmth All-over face color that Wendy will be using the most. Oh, and don't forget the eye shadow, lip gloss and that wonderful clear lash and brow mascara. I also want some of that toning lotion. In fact, I want two bottles of that. Also, do you have any travel sizes for the purse?" "Mother, this is going ... " Madge started to say. "You hush. I told you that this is my treat today. You know, I love you both so much. You know you are almost all I have in this world. You have no idea how much buying this for Wendy means to me. If I can't spend some money on my granddaughter's first make up then I'm not very much good, am I?" Wilma said with tears in her eyes. "Mom, you are the best mom and grandma that two gals could have," Madge said with heartfelt affection. After joining The Bare Escentuals make up club and paying for their purchases, Wendy, Madge and Wilma were again on their way down the corridor of the mall. After a few short steps, Wendy yelled, "There it is Mommie, there it is! Look! I knew it would be here somewhere!" Wendy yelled causing a commotion all around them. "What is it child? What do you see?" Wilma asked genuinely concerned and wanting to find out what was making Wendy so excited. "That dress, Grammy. It's perfect! Look! That's my dress!" Wendy screamed again. "Please Wendy, everyone is looking at us. 'Your dress', what do you mean? Calm down and tell us what has you in such a state," Wendy's mother said smiling at the passers by that were watching Wendy's jubilation. Wendy reached into the single pocket sewn into the rear of his white shorts and pulled out a folded, worn piece of paper. He opened it gently trying not to tear it and showed it to his mother. "I drew this picture a long time ago, Mommie," Wendy explained handing the picture to his mother. Madge's eyes opened wide as she looked at the crudely drawn picture in her hand. Wendy had drawn a stick figure wearing a dress filled in with scribbled pink crayon. The figure had curly hair and a red mouth and at the top it simply said 'ME'. She knew that it must have been drawn ages ago because she knew that Wendy's artistic abilities were now far beyond the childish venue of crayons and stick figures. Tears began to form as she glared at the word 'ME'. Then Madge compared Wendy's drawing to the scene in the window in front of them. Displayed there was a short sleeved bright pink summer dress that matched the color of Wendy's nail polish and crayon drawing closely. The flared sleeves went to the middle of the upper arm and the loose pleats of the skirt of the dress went out from the drop waist. There was a scattering of small silver metal hearts in a variety of sizes that were attached to the fabric of the bodice near the neckline and also around the hem of the skirt. Madge looked back and forth between Wendy's drawing and the dress on display several times. In the picture, she noticed that there were dots drawn around the neckline differing in crayon intensity. She asked Wendy about them. "See, Mommie, those are those!" Wendy said pointing with the finger of one hand at the dress on display and a finger of the other hand to the shape of the heart drawn off to the side in his rendition. Madge noted the crayon line he had drawn from the heart off to the side in his picture to the dots indicating that the dots were heart shaped. "That's my dream summer dress!" he said pointing at the dress in the window with such excitement that he continued to call attention to himself. "Then do you think that you might want to go into this store, Wendy" Madge asked with a smile and her tongue firmly embedded in her cheek. "Mommie, Grammy! Let's go!" he said with as much excitement as they could remember. But, when Wendy reached the entrance to the store, he stopped abruptly as if he were trying to keep from entering a forbidden place. In fact, he stopped so quickly that he almost lost his balance and fell forward. "Wendy, whatever is the matter?" Madge asked. "Don't you want to go in?" "Look Mommie! Look Grammy! Look at everything!" Wendy burst with glee as he surveyed the store. The assistant store manager noticed that the three were just standing in the doorway and went to greet them. "Good afternoon ladies, may I help you?" she asked. Madge took the lead and said, "We're looking for some summer things for my daughter. She's thirteen and needs just about everything for her wardrobe. It's complicated to explain but I'm a little new at this. What age group does this store cater to?" Madge asked. "We cater to an age group that we call 'tweenagers'," the store employee said. "And by that you mean?" Wilma inquired. "You know, those are girls that are between being young girls and teenagers- 'tweenagers' we call them" she clarified. Wendy didn't hear the explanation and was taken back slightly because he thought that she might have recognized him to be an 'in between' boy. But he was so distracted by all of the cute clothes around him that he decided that he really didn't care what the young lady thought of him. As he glanced around the store he thought that he was indeed a 'tweenager' and it had nothing to do with chronological age but gender. "Mommie, look! Look at all of the pretty things!" Wendy cried as he looked around the store called 'The Limited, Too!' It appeared that Wendy had found his special shopping place at the mall. He spent two full hours looking at every piece of clothing in the store at least twice. After his sizes were established, he tried on and selected several casual tops. He chose two that were done in cotton flower prints and trimmed with understated lace borders. He selected two more solid color tops, one in pink and one in lime green, that were emblazoned with repeated scattered words that said 'Mom's Girl, Princess, and his favorite two words on his new tops: 'Girl Forever'. Madge and Wilma thought it odd that he didn't want to try 'his dress' on as soon as he entered the store. He saw the rack that carried all of the different sizes of 'his dress' but walked by it several times as if it were not there. After choosing several pairs of socks, a pair of white linen pants because his mother insisted, and two pairs of very girlish sandals that would show off his newly painted toes for all of the world to see, Wendy was having more fun than he could remember. One pair of sandals was trimmed in pink sequins that he thought went so well with his new toenail polish that he insisted on wearing them while he continued to shop around the store. Madge and Wilma watched him as he strolled around looking at the variety of accessories, the 'Limited, Too!' brand shampoos, conditioners, hair glitter, body wash, stuffed toys, and purses. He stopped when he came to the purses. Madge and Wilma looked at each other and shook their heads realizing that they needed to pay attention to such an important female necessity. Wilma offered to help him choose something appropriate and practical and walked over to join Wendy at the purse display. She took the time to explain the kind of things ladies need when they are out and about. She told him that there were scaled down sizes of cologne, styling brushes and even hair spray that were available for one's purse. She mentioned having certain feminine products in his purse at all times for those inevitable 'accidents'. She showed Wendy purses that are worn over the shoulder and purses that are held by the handle. She told Wendy of purses that are simply clutched in the hand because there were none of that kind on display there. After much deliberation, Wendy finally made his choice. It was a pink leather handbag with an adjustable strap. He liked the fact that he could carry it in his hand or change the strap and wear it over his shoulder. But, as much as he liked that practicality, he loved the fact that it was pink. Even more so, he loved that it also had metal hearts attached to it that matched the hearts on the bodice of his special favorite dress Purse in hand, Wendy was now acting as if he was finished shopping. Madge was now too curious to keep quiet and took Wendy aside. "Wendy, I don't understand. You were so excited about that dress in the window and now you act like you aren't interested in it," Madge said. "You just picked out a purse that will match it perfectly. Please tell your Mommie what's going on." "Mommie, I've ... I've nev ... (clears his throat) ... I've never worn a dress before," and he choked and then hugged his mother as a fearful child would. "I want to wear it but I'm afraid," he whispered into her ear. "Oh Wendy, I know that you are very excited and happy about all that's happened but we can take this slowly. Here's what I think you should do. You go over to the dressing room and take off your shorts and top. I'll bring in a couple of those dresses for you to try on so we can choose the right size. Then, we'll buy the dress that fits the best and take it home. You can get used to wearing it around the house before you go outside. Would that make you feel more comfortable, Honey?" Madge asked. With Wendy's approval, his mother went to find a 'heart dress' that would fit him correctly. It occurred to Madge on her way to the rack that she was about to pick out a dress for her son for the very first time. That thought made her hand tremble as she reached for a dress on the rack to check the tag and size. Wendy walked to his grandma and took her by the hand leading her to the dressing room for emotional support. Wilma closed the curtain and Wendy readied himself to try on his first store bought dress. Wilma knew that this was a special moment and was touched to be so intimately involved. "One of these three sizes should fit perfectly," Madge said carrying in sizes 10 and 12 and 14. Wilma looked on as Wendy tried on the size 10 and thought it to be a little too small. Madge helped her son out of that dress and while she hung it up, Wilma stole a quick glance in the direction of Wendy's boyhood. "He as smooth as any girl down there," she thought with satisfaction. Wendy tried on the size 12 dress and it fit almost perfectly. Madge took a look at the tag in the collar and said, "This is a poly cotton blend. I think it will shrink up a little the first time in the wash. It will also give you some room to grow, Missy. This is your dress size. Do you want it?" "Oh, yes, mother please. It's my dream come true," he answered. "Let me have the tags, Wendy. I can be paying for all of this while you are making yourself decent. Remember, this is my treat," the boy's grandmother again said. Wilma took care of the business end of their shopping at the register and waited while Wendy's new clothing was folded and bagged. A few minutes later Madge emerged from the dressing room but without Wendy. "Where's Wendy, Madge?" Wilma asked. A moment later Wilma saw Wendy peeking out from behind the wall of the dressing room as if he were playing hide and seek. When there was only one store employee and his mother and grandmother in view, Wendy came out slowly wearing his new dress and said, "Here I am Grammy! How do I look?" he asked triumphantly. The feminine picture in front of her amazed Wilma as Wendy, with darling sandals and toes together, had swung both of his hips ever so slightly to the side. His right arm was down toward his side at an angle, and his left arm was bent completely up at the elbow with his wrist bent. The palm of his left hand was then next to his shoulder with his palm facing up to the ceiling as was his right palm facing toward the ceiling as if to say, "World, here I am and I'm wearing my new dress!" Seeing him in his new dress with his hair pulled up so pretty was almost too much for Wilma to bare. She walked to him, and hugged him and kissed him and hugged him again until she got all of the emotion out of her system. "You are the prettiest girl in the entire mall, Wendy," Wilma said as proud a grandmother could be. They left the 'Limited, Too!' with their packages and once again started down the mall. As they strolled, Madge felt quite satisfied with their outing so far. Wendy had pretty pink toes and his fingernails were shaped and glossed. His make up was tastefully done for a girl his age and he was walking there right in front of her carrying some of his new make up in the darling little purse that swayed in rhythm with the curls in his hair. She tingled with delight as she looked at the skirt of his new pink dress and matching sequined sandals. "That's my girl!" she thought proudly. Even though the three intrepid shoppers had walked by the 'piercing Pagoda' a couple of times, no one said anything or made reference to it. Madge and Wilma hadn't even discussed Wendy getting his ears pierced although Madge had thought about it in depth. Wendy had also never shown any interest in that particular store. Madge had decided on a passive course of action that would require Wendy taking the initiative regarding the piercing of his ears. Wendy knew that Wendy needed a more than just a few more dresses and skirts but Madge felt that would come soon enough. It had been a big day for her new girl so patience needed to come into play. He now had a reasonable summer wardrobe that would at least allow him several different outfits without having to wear the same thing again. On the way to the elevator that would take them to the mall level that would lead them to the car, Madge knew that they would pass the accessory store called 'Claire's Etc.' where Wendy had time and time again witnessed many young girls getting their ears pierced. She wondered what Wendy would do when presented with this opportunity. As she had hoped, Wendy walked straight to the window of Claire's as he had done in the past. There was a teenage female store employee standing near that special chair right inside the w