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His Mother's Hair, Part II D By Melissa Anne Curling Author's note: Again, thanks for all of the encouragement and kind words. A warning that this installment has a little bit of naughtiness in it. Of course, nothing extreme because Wendy is such a sweet child! His Mother's Hair, Part II D Earlier in the day Madge, Wilma and especially Wendy were having so much fun shopping at the mall! Unfortunately, while their outing was in progress, Nancy and her children next door were in turmoil. "Hi Nancy, we're here!" a familiar voice called out as she knocked on the closed screen door. As Brenda, Nancy's sister-in-law, entered the house Nancy said, "Brenda, you're finally here. You called to say you were going to be late but I thought you would be here long ago. I was starting to worry. I tried to call your cell phone but there was no answer." The two ladies kissed cheeks as ladies often do. "My cell battery went dead and Jim took my charger again. Besides, there was nothing to worry about. To tell you the truth, we had a little shopping to do," Brenda explained. "Where's that boy of mine? I've missed him. Shopping? Whatever for?" Nancy asked anxious to see her son, James. "I'll explain it all to you. Or, maybe James will. By the way, he's in the car and doesn't want to come in. Nancy, we need to talk," Brenda added. "James has had a rough few weeks. It's been no picnic for us either. In fact, James and I left my home six hours ago. It took us that long to get here," Brenda explained. "But it's only a little over a two hour drive. Was there an accident?" Nancy asked. "No, nothing like that. I have to ask you, Nancy, did you really try to punish that boy by making him wear dresses?" Brenda asked. "I'm not going to lie to you. I hate to admit that I did, Brenda, but I was going out of my mind with those two kids of mine. James was bad but Shelly was even worse! They fought all of the time! Then there was the constant screaming at each other. You remember the way their father was? So yes, I dressed both of them in the prettiest party dresses I could find. I Googled 'children's punishment' and found some very interesting topics on one of the sites about 'petticoat punishment'. Have you ever heard of it? Did you know that they did that quite often in days gone by? It was common to dress up nasty little boys in frilly girl clothes to make them behave. But the article I read said that for a tomboyish girl like Shelly it would be equally as effective. Most importantly, every article I read said that it worked. I think the kids thought I had flipped my wig, but it sure quieted things down around here." Nancy defended. "Were you aware that James started acting up and antagonizing Shelly wanting to pick a fight with her just so you would dress him up?" Brenda said confronting her sister-in-law. "You have no idea the effect that your petticoat what ever it is had on James. He's sitting out in the car right now wearing Barbie sandals, panties, a camisole, half slip, a skirt and a blouse that I just bought for him. Oh, and he has a barrette in his hair and is wearing lip gloss. He made me promise to buy him some girlish clothes to wear home or he said he wasn't coming. He even threatened to run away. Nancy, he threatened that virtually every day when he was with us. That's why Jim called you. We were going to bring him home later in the week but this boy belongs at home with his mother. That's why I brought him home today," Brenda firmly said. "James is wearing a skirt and blouse?" Nancy asked. "And don't forget new panties, camisole and half slip. Nancy, have you ever noticed that your underwear drawer was disheveled? James told me that your lingerie drawer was one of his favorite places to play," Brenda asked which made Nancy think about the mess all of her clothing drawers were in. "Your brother caught him in my lingerie drawer three times. God knows how many times he was in there. We only caught him going through my drawer those three times. Last Sunday morning I decided to set my hair in hot rollers for church because your brother has a cow if I try to sleep in the regular kind. As I went about my morning routine, I thought James was going to unravel. Every time I looked at him he had tears in his eyes. Nancy, your boy has a problem and I don't know how to help." "I did noticed that James resisted his dress punishment at first, but as time went on he seemed very comfortable with it. Where Shelly screamed at me each and every time I put her in an article of ultra feminine clothing, James passively went along with it and let me dress him," Nancy explained. "Where is Shelly? Out playing baseball?" Brenda asked. "No, she's up in her room taking a nap. She's had a very tough twenty four hours or so," Nancy said thinking about the way she had to prop Shelly up on pillows to protect her contrived hair set. "How so?" Brenda inquired. "Oh, yesterday afternoon she ran into the next door neighbor boy out on the driveway. He seems to be having some gender issues going on himself. When Shelly saw him, she just nailed him with a string of awful epithets regarding the way he was wearing his hair and the girlish clothing he had on. It was all very cruel on her part to say the least," Nancy explained. "So what happened?" Brenda asked. "His mother, Madge, a very nice woman in every way, called me to tell me what had happened. After conferring with her, I decided to punish Shelly with a drop of Palmolive in her tongue, petticoat punishment and a nice tight curler set for good measure. This morning I dressed her in the prettiest yellow dress she has. You should see it. It's all frills and bows and sequins. She looks like a princess in it," Nancy explained without apology. "Is that the one that is identical to the one James has only his is in sort of a peach color?" Brenda asked with contempt. "Yes, that's the one. Say, how do you know about James's dress?" Nancy asked. "He told me all about it, that 's how! It's his favorite. He and I have become fairly close over the last few weeks. At this moment I probably know him a lot better than you do," Brenda replied. "I wish I had a picture of the two of them all dressed up. They are just as darling as you can imagine," Nancy said looking to the most distant corner of the room. Brenda gave thought to the fact that her sister-in-law must be totally unhinged. A door was heard closing upstairs and then the flush of toilet. A minute or so later Shelly had started down the stairs when her mother called out, "Shelly, your Aunt Brenda is here. Go upstairs and put on your dress and petticoat so you can show it to her! And I don't want any argument, just do it!" A few minutes later Shelly made her entrance into the kitchen. "Hi Aunt Brenda, what are you doing here?" Shelly asked sleepily. "Shelly, what the hell have they done to your hair!? And your dress looks like it right out of a Disney fairy tale! For God's sake, your head looks like it has it's own built in tent!" Brenda stated incredulously. "I'm being punished, Aunt Brenda. I said some awful things yesterday to my friend, Wendy that I shouldn't have said. Mom knows how much I hate all of this girl stuff so this is how she punished me," Shelly explained pointing to her intricate hair set with one hand as she held the hem of her dress with the other. "Wendy? Who's Wendy?" Brenda asked. "That's the new name of the boy next door that I told you about. He's such a sweet child. Now that's one kid that should have been born a girl," Nancy explained. "He and his mother put Shelly's hair up like that this morning. Madge runs a beauty college and Wendy is apparently her newest apprentice." "Let me get this straight (pun intended), there's a boy next door that is now called Wendy. He wears girlish clothes and likes to set hair?" Brenda said questioningly. "Well, in a word, 'yes'," Nancy said. "Nancy, there must be something in the water around here. Have you ever thought about using the bottled kind?" Brenda asked beside herself and not knowing what else to say. "What does Aunt Brenda mean, Mom?" Shelly asked. "Never mind," Nancy said. "So how long is this supposed to last? Shelly's punishment, I mean," Brenda clarified. "Only until this evening. I know this all seems a little weird, Brenda, but I do realize that I've been out of line with all of this. Shelly's punishment was going to last several more days. I was even going to take her to the ballet tonight after she was all prettied up. But now, Shelly's punishment is going to be over this evening. Wendy is having a slumber party tonight with just his mom and grandma. We're going over at about seven thirty, Shelly will have her rollers out, her hair will be styled in little girl ringlets, and, for the last time, she will wear her yellow party dress because I've decided to stop this form of punishment. Then, I'm going to get a couple of pictures and it will all be over. We're skipping the ballet so after the pictures, Shelly will be able to change into her comfortable clothes. What she said to Wendy was awful so she needs to finish her punishment but enough is enough," Nancy explained hoping for a little approval from Brenda. "Aunt Brenda, where's my brother?" Shelly asked. "He's fine. He's out in the car with the window down listening to the radio," Brenda explained. "What's he sitting out there for?" Shelly asked. "You're right Shelly. It's time James came in. I'll go get him," Brenda stated firmly. As Brenda went to the front door, Nancy had some explaining to do before James' arrival. "Shelly, I want to warn you that your brother is dressed ... how do I say this? ... oh, the hell with it ... James is dressed in girl clothes," Nancy finally said. "What did he do, Mom?" Shelly asked thinking he was being punished. "He didn't do anything. According to your Aunt Brenda, he wants to be dressed that way. Please try to understand and don't you say a thing! " Nancy said just as James was led into the room hand in hand by his aunt. "Hello Momma, hello Shelly," he managed to say. "James, you look so ... nice. Come and give your mom a hug," Nancy said holding out her arms. It was then that she noticed that James was wearing the pink lip gloss and a colorful butterfly shaped barrette that Brenda had mentioned. James stood motionless glaring at his mother. "Oh, this is just perfect!" Shelly screamed. "My brother gets to dress up like the sugar plum fairy just because he wants to and nobody says a word! Everyone just simply adores it when Wendy prisses around setting my hair when I don't want him to!" she went on as she minced around with limp wrists mocking Wendy. "All I want is to do is get my stupid hair cut and act like a normal person but NOOOOOOO! There is no fairness in this house! There is no fairness in this world!!" Shelly continued to scream. "Shelly!! Stop it! Don't get your self in any more trouble!" Nancy yelled. "I don't care! This isn't fair! How could you treat me this way! Look at me! You make me dress up like a freak and ... " Shelly yelled as she collapsed crying on the sofa putting her face in her hands. James went to his sister to offer, in his mind, some sisterly love. "Shelly, please don't cry," he said patting her back and rubbing it gently. Shelly jumped up to her feet completely enraged. "Don't you touch me you fairy! This all started because you wouldn't leave my dolls alone! You know what?! You can have 'em! All of them! Even the one Dad gave me! Because I'm running away from this stupid place!" Nancy felt sick to her stomach thinking about the mess she had made of things. "Nancy, I hate to leave you like this but I told Jim that I would be home for dinner. If I push it, I'll just make it. Oh, I need to get James' suitcase and the bag in the back seat with the boy clothes that he started out in this morning." Brenda said heading for the front door. "Aunt Brenda," James said. "What is it James?" Brenda asked stopping. "Thank you everything- especially for being my friend. But I don't want my boy clothes. Maybe my cousins can use them. I'm never ever going to wear boy clothes again," the ten year old said with calm conviction. Brenda looked at Nancy questioningly. Nancy walked to her sister-in-law and said, "Go ahead, Brenda. Do as he says. Thanks for everything. Oh, let me pay you for the clothes you bought for James." "No, my treat. Just don't tell your brother," Brenda said. Nancy embraced Brenda with a promise to 'keep her posted'. After saying goodbye to Shelly, Brenda left for home. Closing the door, Nancy turned to face her children. Shelly was still in a totally agitated state and yelled at the top of her lungs in the direction of her mother, "When do I get to be me! I hate you!!" Shelly's words pierced right through Nancy's heart. "How could I have been so unfair trying to make Shelly into something she is clearly never going to be?" she thought. It may have been a weak moment for her or possibly it was brought on by true remorse, but all Nancy could think to say was, "Shelly, sit down with me on the couch. This is going to be hard for me to say, but if you really want to cut your hair, that will be fine with me." "You mean it, Mom? A real hair cut! Like at the barber shop?!" Shelly shouted gleefully. James continued to stand motionless. The conversation between his sister and mother almost made him crazy. "Why would anyone want to cut their hair short if they didn't have to?" he wondered completely perplexed. "That may be a bit much for me to handle. How about going to a nice place like Supercuts? They cut everybody's hair there," Nancy offered. And then she shared another thought with Shelly. "You know, maybe Miss Madge can cut your hair for you? You might even get to have it cut tonight after your styling and pictures. I'll call and ask her," Nancy said. "Deal!" Shelly said emphatically. Having second thoughts Nancy said, "There is only one condition," as Shelly's happy excitement turned into panic. "What, mom, what?" Shelly said fearfully. "You still have to go through your punishment as before. You know, just until this evening as I told you this morning. Your head and hair are mine until then. After that, it will be up to you how you wear your hair," Nancy clarified. "James, come and sit over here with Shelly and me," Nancy asked with affection. James reluctantly went to sit by his mother. Nancy was amazed that as he sat down, he smoothed his skirt under his seat. He then tugged at the hem pulling his skirt toward his knees. "James, I don't know what went on over at your aunt and uncle's but it appears that I have been blind to your needs too. I'm sure we can work through this if you are willing. It occurred to me when I was talking to Miss Madge the other day and with your Aunt Brenda a little while ago that you might have had some truly feminine tendencies. The way you were always getting into Shelly's things, especially her dolls, and the way you willingly put on your peach party dress then played quietly afterward should have been big clues for me to the fact that you are a very girlish boy," Nancy explained. She went on to say, "I think you will be very interested to know that Wendell next door is now called Wendy. In fact, I'm sure he's going to start dressing full time as a girl. Did you see your sister's hair?" as if James could miss it. "Shelly is being punished for some things that she said to Wendy yesterday. This morning I made her get dressed up in those clothes she hates so much. Then we went over to Miss Madge's and Wendy put her hair up in rollers so tonight it can be styled in ringlets. You know how much she hates that. So, what do you think?" Nancy asked the wide eyed boy. "Mom, I think Shelly's hair is really neat! Do you think Wendy could do that to my hair?" he asked looking at his sister with envy as she sat on the other side of his mother. Nancy leaned back so James could see Shelly without obstruction. "Your hair isn't nearly as long as it needs to be do that, James. But I think if you ask Miss Madge and Wendy to help you, they might be able to come up with something to make you feel better about your hair. Miss Madge is a hairdresser you know. In fact, Wendy, his mom and grandma are going to have a slumber party tonight. Shelly and I are invited and I'm sure it would be all right if you go with us. Would you like that, Honey?" Nancy asked. "To a real slumber party?" James asked not believing what he was hearing. "A real slumber party, James. The girls are going to do each others' hair, probably paint their fingernails, stay up late, and talk about ... " Nancy stopped herself thinking that 'boys' might not be part of the evening discussion. "Boys, mom. Will we get to talk about boys?" James asked with deep interest. "Well see, James, we'll see," was all she could think to say being shocked at the ten year olds' words. Wanting to change the subject she asked, "What do you want to wear, James?" "You said it's a party. I want to wear my peach party dress. Shelly and I will look like twin sisters! Except for my hair," he sadly said. "You don't worry about your hair. We'll ask the girls next door if they can work some magic for you. Your hair is exactly the same color as your sisters'. We just need to let it grow out and it will be as pretty as hers is now. Would you like that," Nancy consoled. "Could I, Mom? That would be wonderful!" James happily cried thinking about the future. Shelly was sitting listening to the conversation thinking that everyone around her simply must be mad. She went upstairs into her room, picked up her baseball glove and ball then started slamming the ball over and over into the mitt as her mother and James continued to talk. Later, at the Bryson household, Madge, Wendy, Wilma and their guest, Megan, were enjoying some of Wilma's fine home cooking when the phone rang. "Excuse me ladies," Madge said leaving the table. Wendy, Megan and Wilma could hear half of the phone conversation Madge was having (with appropriate pauses in between)-- "Hi Nancy" "Well, yes. But that's all right. What's going on?" "Oh, really. Well that's nice. I'll bet you're glad to have him home." "You're kidding." "Yes, it does seem like they have a lot in common." "Of course he's welcome. I'm sure he'll have a ball. Do you have something nice for him to wear?" "That will be very nice. I can't wait to see him in it. Oh, do be a dear and wash his hair for him before he comes over. I'm sure there is going to be a lot of hair setting going on and I don't want him to feel left out." "Just wrap it in a towel turban style so it stays damp. We'll take care of the rest." Megan was sure that she must have heard that part of the conversation incorrectly. It then occurred to her that she was listening to a private conversation so she focused her attention back on her dinner. Wendy and Wilma continued to listen intently . . . "You know I will help you if I can. What is it you need?" After a long pause, Madge said, "Would you please repeat that." After another long pause, "That's what I thought you said. Of course I can do it. I think I have everything I would need upstairs in a box somewhere but are you sure? Wendy is going to be heartbroken." Wendy's ears perked up hearing the word 'heartbroken'. He had a perfectly wonderful day and he didn't want anybody to ruin it. "O.K., well that's a shame. We'll see you about seven thirty. Bye." "What is it, Madge?" Wilma asked. "They are having some serious issues next door. Let's enjoy the rest of our dinner and I'll tell you about it later," Madge explained. Dinner was soon finished and Megan announced that it was time for her to leave. "Wendy, Mrs. Bryson, thank you so much for asking me to stay for dinner. Mrs. Parsons, that was the best dinner I've had in recent memory. You are a master chef," Megan complimented. "Since I went away to college and work part time at the mall, I don't get to enjoy any good home cooking." "Thank you, Megan. I love to cook a good dinner for people that really appreciate it. You'll have to come and visit Wendy again sometime soon," Wilma responded. "I'd like that Mrs. Parsons. I really would," Wendy said. "Please call me Wilma. All of my friends do," she said. "And I'd like it if you called me Madge, Megan. Please do come again. I'd love to see Wendy spend time with such a wonderful role model that is a little closer to her in age," Madge said. The foursome got up from the table and walked to the front door. "Good night, Wendy. Thanks for letting me have dinner with you," Megan said going to Wendy kissing him on the cheek and giving him a hug. "You're welcome, Miss Megan. I almost forgot! I'll be right back!" Wendy abruptly said leaving the room. Megan, Madge and Wilma were all wondering what Wendy was up to when he returned with something blue dangling from his fingers. "This is for you," he said offering the elastic hair band to Megan. "If you keep using a rubber band on your hair, you will get dead ends!" Wendy said wanting to demonstrate his hair care knowledge. All three of the older ladies smiled at each other. Megan said, "I think you mean 'split ends', Wendy. And yes, you are correct. I know better but when you live with a bunch of college girls your things disappear constantly. This is very sweet, thank you," Megan said taking the rubber band out of her hair. "Oh, that feels good!" she said shaking her hair loose then running her fingers through it. From being in the band all day, Megan's thick reddish hair had a defined wave to it causing Wendy to gaze at it longingly. "Miss Megan, your hair is really pretty! Do you think I could brush it for you someday?" Wendy asked wanting to do so much more than just brush it for her. "I'd like that very much, Wendy. If I ever get a chance to go out on a date maybe you can style it for me," Megan added. "Oh, please Miss Megan. That would be wonderful! My mother has all kinds of books with hair stuff that we can get and every kind of curler you can think of. Why don't you come back and we can pick out some really neat things!" Wendy said very much wanting to see Megan again. "That is a promise, Wendy. I think I just made three new very dear friends," Megan said smiling. And with that, Megan went home. Madge said, "Mom, I know you cooked dinner but would you mind helping with the dishes. We're running out of time and Wendy needs her bubble bath before her slumber party." Madge walked over to her mother and whispered, "And, it's important that I talk to him." Then, addressing Wendy Madge said, "I think we better run upstairs so you can have your bath." Madge started running the bath water putting in the bubble bath and her special bath oil. Wendy started to undress all the while looking at his brightly polished pink toes. "Let's take your toe ring off. I don't want to take the chance of losing it," Madge commented. That accomplished, except for a few hair adornments, Wendy was as naked as the day he was born. "Wendy, you're shaking! Let me get the space heater and warm it up in here," Madge said starting to leave. "Mommie, I'm not cold! I'm just so excited I can hardly stand it!" Wendy beamed. "I understand, Honey. You've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you? I'm sure you are going to have fun tonight but we have to talk about something," Madge said. "First, let's get your make up off before you get into the tub," Madge said. She led Wendy to the vanity and showed him how to use the special cream she had for that purpose. "There's my pretty natural girl," she said wiping the last of it away. Madge very much wanted to avoid the Shelly subject entirely thinking the task of cutting her hair was going to ruin Wendy's evening. "I also want to take your hair down because I want to shampoo it while you're in the tub. It will be easier and save us some time later. I'm sure you will want to have your hair set at your slumber party. Have you thought about how you want me to set it?" Madge said taking the Bobbie pins and scrunchie out of Wendy's hair. "There, my girl, your bath awaits!" Madge said with some ceremony. She then took Wendy's fingertips to help him into the large froth of bubbles. "Mmmm, I just love bubble baths, Mommie!" he gushed starting to bathe himself. After he was finished washing himself Madge insisted on making good her promise to take care of the fuzz present on his legs. "Wendy, I 'm going to get that little bit of hair off of your legs now. This is an important step in becoming a young lady. You will love how your legs feel after we get them nice and smooth. Here, I'll put a towel here on the floor and I want you to stand on it so let's get you out of the tub," Madge said helping him out of his bath then drying him off. "We are going to use something called a 'depilatory'," Madge explained putting on rubber gloves. "A what, Mommie?" Wendy asked. "It's a cream that will chemically dissolve the hair on your legs. It even goes into the skin a little bit so the hair is taken away below the surface. This won't hurt but it may start to sting or itch a little as it works. It will make your legs really smooth," Madge said starting to cover his legs with the pink goo. "Wendy, please excuse me but I have to spread this around your little boy thing so I'm going to touch you there," Madge said. She gently spread the depilatory around his scrotum, behind it and on his pubic area. She tried not to get any on his little penis but failed twice. She then had to wipe the fast acting strong potion off. The act of doing so made his baby sized boyhood stand up at attention. "There, that's done. Now put your hands on top of your head. I'm going to shave you under your arms while the creme works it's magic down below," she said. After working in a little shaving gel under his arms, she used her pink Daisy razor to remove it and what little hair there was leaving his under arms girlishly clean. As she turned to rinse the razor in the sink, she noticed that Wendy was still erect. "Wendy, it looks like your little boyhood is having a good time," Madge mused. "Mommie, I hate it when it does that. Sometimes it hurts!" he complained. "Can you make it go away?" he asked. Madge thought about how much easier things would be if his penis were to go permanently away but was at a total loss as to what to say. She said, "Let me think a minute. I'm sure there is something we can do." She had to look away from her girlie boy because he looked so cute standing there, his lower half covered in the pink cream that was eating away at the hair on his legs with his little erection poking up, she was sure she was blushing. "How are your legs, Baby?" she asked after several minutes of silence. "They itch a little. Is that O.K.?" he asked. "It's fine. That means the creme is working. Let me see how we are doing," Madge said. She knelt down with a wet washcloth to wipe his shin clean. Finding no hair she said, I think the Nair has done its work. Let's rinse you in the shower. Madge turned the separate stall shower water waiting for it to reach the right temperature. A few minutes later the water was warm enough for her to say, "Here, sweetie, you step in here so I can rinse you off. We might as well wash your hair now, too." Wendy objected wanting to be shampooed at the kitchen sink with everyone at his slumber party watching. "If that's what you want, it's your first slumber party so you should have your way. Here's my shower cap," Madge acquiesced. When Wendy was finished in the shower, it was time to get him dressed. Madge started to dry him noticing that his erection had gone down only slightly. "I can't have him tenting his panties. Even under his new dress that will make him self conscious," she thought practically. "Put your arms up, I'm going to powder you, Darling," Madge said then dusted him with her Est?e Lauder 'Knowing' bath powder first under his arms then up and down his legs. "Mommie, my legs feel so different. Are they nice and smooth?" he asked. "Smooth as silk. Just the way they should be!" Madge said with happiness in her voice. "Now you powder your little thing," Madge said handing him the application puff. "Oooo, that feels so good, Mommie," Wendy said swooning as he rubbed his erection with the sweetly scented powder puff over and over again. Madge had an idea and left for a few seconds returning with and old chocolate brown slip that she had worn long ago with one of her favorite skirts. When the skirt wore out after wearing it thread bare, the slip worked its way to the bottom of her lingerie drawer. "This is very awkward for me Wendy. But I want you to try something in private. I want you to try to relieve that pressure in your thingie. Take this old slip of mine. It's very soft from years of wear and washing," she said handing it to him. He put it up to his cheek savoring its feminine feel and scent. "I'm going to step out and I want you to use the slip to pull gently on your tiny problem down there," she said. She then demonstrated a sort of milking technique with her right hand on her left little finger. "It should feel really good and if you do it right, you should spurt a little bit of white sticky fluid. That will make your little pee-pee relax," she said secretly thanking God that she was able to get all of those words out. "Is that like the stuff that was in my underwear that time?" he asked and Madge nodded. "Then what do I do?" the naive boy asked. "Just call me so I can get you cleaned up and dressed. I'll be right outside sitting on my bed if you need me," she said praying that the next words she would hear would be "Mommie, I'm finished." Madge lowered herself onto her bed immediately standing as she noticed the wetness between her legs. "Oh, god, that's disgusting!" she thought. She walked to the door listening for sounds of her mother downstairs. Hearing that Wilma was still rattling around in the distant kitchen she returned to her bed side table, grabbed a couple of Kleenex and slipped into her closet. Pulling the elastic of her pants and panties out she reached in to wipe herself. She spread her legs squatting a bit then made her way through her dense reddish blonde bush to her moist vagina. She scolded herself for being so aroused but thought about how long it had been since she was with anyone but her vibrator. As Madge pulled the tissue out after her freshening, she relished the heavy musk like scent emanating from her womanhood. "If I don't have someone make love to me soon I will go crazy," she thought. Wendy was busy in his mother's lavish bath following her instructions. He had never done anything like this before but quickly was already looking forward to doing it again soon. As he stroked himself with the delicate lace slip, he thought about several of the scenes fresh in his mind from the last couple of days. He looked down at his toes fondly remembering his pedicure earlier in the day. He thought about his two hair settings, the hair styling, his ear piercing, and the other primping that had enjoyed. Continuing to be lost in the incredibly good sensation he was creating in his groin area, he reaching up with his left hand and started to pull at his right nipple. His thoughts then turned to his mother's hair and the wonderful texture and scent he experienced while he brushed and braided it. His mind focused on his Auntie Arlene urging him to kiss the damp hair that he had just wound on those beautiful rollers. He was sorry he never thanked her for getting him do that. ! All of th ose thoughts made his pleasuring of himself more firmly methodical. As he continued to manipulate himself, he thought about when he tried to rub against his mother's leg while he was prone across her lap waiting for his spanking. There was now intense pressure building as he thought about reaching up to hold onto his curlers and how nice they felt in his hands as his mother delivered the first slap to his panty clad bottom. It was at that instant he came in spurts into Madge's slip. "Oh my God!" he thought holding the slip firmly against his boyhood as his little peenie pulsed releasing all off its long stored up fluid. He shook from his head to his toes. It took long moments for him to recover from his first real orgasm. Wendy felt relaxation, relief, and, most importantly, a complete satisfaction with his femininity. He squeezed his now tender penis milking it over and over as he had done after urinating countless times. Weak in the knees, he was then filled with curiosity. Walking the few short steps to the counter of his mother's double sink, he was anxious to see what he had just created so he held the slip up to the light to study his emission. He was fascinated by the small pool of creamy white fluid so he spread the slip out flat on the counter to get a better look at it. Leaning over to look more closely, he put the tip his finger into his cum rubbing it around slightly in small circles. He tried to pick up a little of the sticky substance with the tips of his fingers but it slipped through as it clung tightly to the sensuous fabric. When he noticed that a large drop had transferred to his index finger, he held it up to the light. He put his finger to his nose expecting a scent of some sort but found none. Continuing to examine it curiously with childlike innocence, he wondered what it would taste like. He felt his tongue part his lips, then stuck his tongue out to receive the pearl like essence. After wiping it on his tongue, he brought it into his mouth to taste it. He enjoyed the salty flavor and the slippery texture of it. "Ah, that's nice!" he thought. "Are you all right in there?" Madge called out. "I'm almost done," he replied to his mother, she thinking that he was doing something much different than closely examining the cum that he had deposited in her old slip. Carefully he folded the slip so that the wet spot was in the middle. He opened the door slowly peeking out to see his mother sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. He said very matter of factly, "I'm done, Mommie." "That's nice, Dear. You probably feel much better now. Let me have that and we'll get you dressed," Madge said. She took the slip from him and threw it in the laundry basket in her closet. Mother and son returned to the bathroom so Wendy could get cleaned up and ready for company. Madge was pleased noticing that Wendy's boyhood was now relaxed. Proudly she also took note that it appeared to be even smaller than usual. Handing him a damp wash cloth, she said, "Wipe yourself really well down there. I'll get you some more powder. When his mother turned to get more powder for him, he noticed a single drop of cum at the tip of his penis. Quickly he wiped it with his finger and transferred it into his mouth. "That does taste good!" he thought to himself unaware that Madge had seen his action in the mirror. Wendy was soon re-powdered and dressed in his new heart dress ready for his slumber party. In his mother's full length mirror, he stood admiring himself for the longest time. He was also in love with the bushy curls that now adorned the entire back of his head. Not being able to put it off any longer, Madge came out of the bathroom and said, "Wendy. Let's sit on the bed and talk for a minute." Doing so she continued, "I want you to take a deep breath and relax before I tell you this. First of all, our neighbor James came home today. He is coming over with his mom and Shelly to your slumber party and you will see a big change in him. Just like you, he has started to dress as a girl," Madge explained. "Well, that's not a bad thing!" Wendy thought as he listened nervously as there had to be more. "I hate to be the one to tell you this but Miss Nancy has decided to let Shelly cut her hair," Madge blurted out. "No, please mother, no," Wendy begged. "I'm afraid it's not our decision, Sweetie. There has been a lot going on over there today and Miss Nancy has seen through you and now James that a child should never be forced to be something they are not. So, Shelly is going to be allowed to be as much of a tomboy as she likes. She has even asked us if we would cut her hair tonight at your slumber party and I have agreed. I hope this won't be too hard for you," Madge consoled. "Mommie, I'm so sad," he said almost in tears. "Think about this. It wouldn't be right for me to make you cut your hair, would it? It's also not right for Miss Nancy to make Shelly wear her hair long. Does that make sense to you?" she asked. Wendy was in shock at the prospect of Shelly cutting her hair. He had such plans for the future regarding it. As he was pondering the thought of all the fun he was going to miss, the doorbell rang as if on cue. "That's must be them. Let's hurry!" Madge said. As she raced downstairs to answer the door with Wendy close behind, Madge apologized to Wendy for not having more time to talk. Opening the door she saw two children wearing almost identical party dresses- one in yellow and one in peach. "James, don't you look the perfect doll!" Madge exclaimed opening the door to let them in. James dropped a little curtsey while his mother and Madge wondered where he had learned that feminine motion. As he entered the Bryson home with his mother and Shelly close behind, he looked anxiously for the friend he knew as Wendell. "Wendy, I'd like to introduce you to someone new. This is Janine, my new daughter," Nancy said. "It's nice to meet you, Janine. My name is Wendy," Wendy said extending his hand. Still reeling from the conversation upstairs, Wendy was now jealous of the dresses that the two neighbor children were wearing. While he loved his new pink heart dress, it paled in comparison to the ultra fancy feminine party dresses that Shelly and her brother were wearing. Janine took Wendy's hand and squeezed it affectionately. As he did so, he dipped slightly to hold the hem of his skirt with his left hand fingers pulling it out a few inches to offer Wendy a curtsey. "How about a nice girlish kiss for your new friend, Wendy?" Madge suggested. Wendy approached Janine and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. At the last second Janine turned his head to intentionally receive Wendy's kiss on his lips. Everyone in the room was a little surprised seeing this tender display between the two girlish boys but said nothing. "Is everything all set regarding our talk earlier this evening, Madge?" Nancy asked. When Madge replied in the affirmative, Nancy said, "Shelly, Miss Madge has a surprise for you. I'll let her tell you about it," Nancy told her daughter. "Shelly, I know that your punishment is going to be over a little later this evening. Your mom told me that you have decided to severely cut your hair. Is that true?" Madge asked. "Yes, Miss Madge. I can hardly wait!" Shelly said excitedly. "I learned a long time ago not to argue when someone is determined to do something with their hair. I'd love to talk you out of it as would Wendy, but I want you to know that Wendy and I will both cut your hair for you. That way you won't have to wait for tomorrow to go to Supercuts," Madge offered. "Can you cut it with those clipper things and everything?" Shelly asked excitedly. "Yes, Dear, with clippers and everything," Madge confirmed. "That's great! When do we start?" Shelly chimed. Wilma was in the kitchen finishing up the dinner dishes as Wendy started to take the rollers from Shelly's hair for what he knew would be the first and last time. Shelly's set was started at the bottom and Wendy logically knew it was to be undone the same way. As he began to remove the rollers from the rear bottom of the intricate roller set, it was an even better experience than he dreamed it would be. As the long thick spirals of Shelly's gorgeous blonde hair were freed from the rollers, Wendy already was sure he had started to dribble once again into his panty liner. Taking her ringlet set down was to be a task that he would cherish for the rest of his days. He was constantly shaken back to reality by the ominous thoughts of having to cut those same precious curls from his friend's head. What should have been a joyful occasion was now being completely overshadowed by this ominous dark cloud. Wendy took the longest time, much longer than was really necessary, to comb through each and every curl then wrap it around his finger arranging Shelly's ringlets 'just so'. When the five rollers were removed from the rear of her hair, he moved up to the next tier of rollers removing them in the same fashion. Due to Wendy's pace, it took almost as long to take her hair down as it did for him to set it. Shelly's hair was soon a mass of perfectly formed ringlets as Wendy primped each one for the last time. He couldn't resist the temptation of gathering her curls in the palms of his hands. After doing so, he put his nose into her curls inhaling deeply. Nancy had heeded his suggestion that morning by bringing a large yellow bow that matched Shelly's dress perfectly. Wendy was still inexperienced so Madge was the one to tie it tightly into Shelly's curls. From her bag, Nancy produced a similar bow matching Janine's dress color. She handed the bow to Madge asking, "Would you do the honors?" motioning toward Janine. Madge stood behind Janine with her brush in hand trying to sort out the boy's disheveled hair. As she worked to attach the bow she exclaimed, "We simply must do something with this boy's hair. It is so out of place with his beautiful dress!" "There! You are both as pretty as a picture!" Nancy exclaimed. "My two darling little girls! Where's my camera?" "I can't do this, Shelly. Please don't ask me," Wendy pleaded with teary eyes as he started to walk out of the room. Shelly raced after him, her curls bouncing up and down with more life than ever before. Everyone's eyes, especially Janine's, followed her hair out of the room. "Please Wendy, you're my best friend. Please do this for me. I know you love my ringlets. Now that you have my hair fixed, my mom is going to take some pictures. If you cut them off for me, you can have them forever. I asked mom to bring a gift box over so you can keep them in it. Think of them as my gift to you. Please say you will," Shelly begged. Wendy reluctantly agreed. Nancy took several pictures as Shelly was starting to lose patience but persevered. Her mother took several shots of her as well as quite a number with Janine and Shelly together. Wendy was asked to join in for some of the pictures including the final one that had Nancy's two children on each side of Wendy. "Wendy, do you really want to keep Shelly's ringlets as a keepsake?" Madge asked. He nodded sadly. Madge suggested Wendy use small elastic bands to secure the ringlets close to Shelly's head. Hit took quite a while but he threaded each perfectly formed stiff blonde curl through the loop moving it up to about an inch and a half from her scalp. Then the elastic loop was twisted and the ringlet was threaded through again so that Shelly's head was covered with her ringlets bound at one end with the tight bands. Using the tip of her hair shears, Madge demonstrated to Wendy how to use the scissors to cut away the first ringlet leaving the elastic band in tact at the end of the ringlet thus preserving it for Wendy's gift box. When the first spiral lock was free from Shelly's head, Madge held it up for all to see. "Yes!" Shelly cheered. "Hurry, Wendy, hurry! Get these things off of my head before my mom changes her mind!" With tears that Wendy had to wipe away constantly, he carefully cut the second ringlet from Shelly's head laying it beside the first on the tissue inside the gift box on the table. Not wanting to take part in this horrid butchering of Shelly's hair but doing it out of love for Shelly, Wendy worked slowly and meticulously until half of Shelly's head was freed from her ringlets. It almost made him ill looking down at the ragged edges of short hair that had once been the curls that he loved so much. Madge, Nancy and Wilma all watched Wendy with differing sad thoughts. James, however, was filled with glee watching the long blonde hair that he had long been so jealous of being removed from his sister's head. "My hair is now going to be longer than hers!" he thought with satisfaction. Madge could see that Wendy was very upset and thought that some 'small talk' would help. "Wendy, I know this is hard for you. But as a hair stylist you sometimes have to do things for a customer that you are personally completely against. Let me tell you, I had a lady in my shop years ago that had the most beautiful natural chocolate brown hair that I have ever seen. She insisted that I turn her into a platinum blonde. It just made me sick but she said that if I wouldn't then she would just go to the next shop down the street. So, I did it for her. It bothers me to this day." By now Wendy had worked his away around to the other side of Shelly's head and there were only three banded ringlets left. Wendy thought that this could possibly be the most difficult thing he had ever done in his life as he cut one of the remaining three off, then the next, then the last laying it down in the gift box. Shelly's head of hair at this point was so hideous that Wendy couldn't even look fearing he would have bad dreams. He handed Shelly the hand mirror so she could see that he had accomplished what she had asked of him. "Cool! Punk hair!" she cheered. "Thank you, Wendy. I owe you big time!" Emotionally and physically exhausted Wendy felt weak and had to sit down. He sat watching Shelly running her fingers through the short jagged ends of her hair smiling all the while. "My first slumber party was supposed to be fun!" he fretted to himself. She picked at her short hair with her fingers and asked, "Now can we do the clippers?" Wendy couldn't stand to watch and asked his Grandma if they could go into the living room and knit. Wilma agreed so Wendy ran up to get Wilma's knitting satchel from her room. By the time he had returned Shelly had removed her petticoated yellow dress outfit keeping on her underclothes. Her mother was securing Madge's styling cape around her neck while Madge was looking for the box in the upstairs closet that contained her clipper set. Wendy turned away from the scene and headed into the living room with Wilma following. "They have cordless clippers now," Madge said returning to the dining room. "I bought this set ages ago when I was first married to make a little money by cutting hair in the neighborhood," Madge confessed. "So, what are we going to do with your hair, Shelly? Whatever you choose it has to be short." "Thank you God!" Shelly said out loud. "How do you want it styled?" Madge asked again with some impatience. "Styled? No! I want it cut! I want sort of the kind of haircut a little boy would have! Hi and tight on the sides with just enough on top to comb with a part!" Shelly said without hesitation. "It would be great if it could stick up a little back here," she said pointing to her crown. Madge looked at her mother and Nancy nodded her approval. Madge plugged in the clippers, chose the proper guard, then started running the clippers up the sides of Shelly's head. The remnants of Shelly's hair were now tumbling from her head- some to the floor, some onto the styling cape. Nancy was terribly upset watching the clippers taking their toll on what was left of her daughter's beautiful head of hair but said nothing although she continually fidgeted in her chair. Wendy, in the living room, was deeply into his knitting trying very hard to ignore the constant buzzing sound of the clippers. Finally, the clippers were silent as Madge put the finishing touches on the top of Shelly's short boyish haircut with her scissors. When Wendy could stand it no longer, he decided to return to the dining room and face the final carnage wrought on Shelly's hair. "Shelly! Your hair! It's so short!" Wendy exclaimed. Shelly was looking in the hand mirror admiring her new look. "I just love it!" she said in a girlish manner that was totally in contrast with her new boyish hairstyle. Standing up she walked to Wendy and threw her arms around him. As they embraced he felt the bristles of her hair on his cheek remembering how good her rollers had felt there just that morning. He reached his hand up to feel her shorn head and an exciting chill went through his body. He ran his palm over the back of her head thinking, "It is almost as if she has magically changed into a boy!" Shelly leaned back from their hug saying "Wendy, my dear sweet best friend in the whole world, I want to give you something for making me so happy. I want you to have these clothes I'm wearing and that awful yellow dress that go along with them!" she announced grabbing a fist full of her camisole. "Oh, Shelly, I couldn't!" Wendy decried wanting to wear the dress more than anything- especially at that moment. James was also thinking selfish thought because he would have very much liked to have had that 'hand-me- down. "I want you to wear it right now, Wendy! Let's go upstairs and you can put in on! You put it on right now do you hear!" she exclaimed ordering him toward the stairs. Generally enjoying being told what to do, Wendy was thrilled with her orders. As if getting ready for his coronation, Wendy, Shelly (feeling wonderful in her little boy haircut but silly in her tights, camisole and Mary Janes), Madge carrying the yellow party dress, and Wilma carrying the petticoat all made their way upstairs to the master bedroom suite. Nancy arrived a few minutes later carrying a yellow garment of some sort the same color as the yellow dress, and the bow that was in Shelly's hair earlier. The children, undressed down to their panties, were looking at each other. "Nice panties, Wendy!" Shelly goaded lightheartedly. "I was just thinking, do you have some jockey's I could borrow? I want to get these things off," she said pointing to her plain white cotton girl briefs. Wendy looked at his mother, she looking toward Nancy. "We might as well go all of the way with this. It's fine with me," Nancy said shrugging her shoulders. Madge disappeared for a couple of minutes returning with a pair of Wendell's jockey underwear, a pair of his play shorts that she thought too small for him and one of his polo shirts. Nancy took the clothing from her then led Shelly into the bathroom. After putting a new panty liner in place, Wendy was dressed in Shelly's lace pattern stockings, camisole and white Mary Janes. Wendy took note of how incredibly good the tights felt encasing his now baby bare legs. He watched his grandma adjust the straps of the camisole at his shoulders fitting it perfectly to his frame. His new petticoat was slipped over his head then it was cinched tightly to his waist. With great care and ceremony, his mother lowered his 'new' party dress over his head. Wilma helped him into the sleeves of it as Madge readied herself to button up the back of the dress in effect imprisoning him in the gorgeous confection. She could see that the dress was a little small and a little more than short for him but Wendy loved it! "Mommie, please, I simply must see myself in the mirror!" he said shaking his arms with limp wrists in total excitement. As good as the dress felt Wendy was disappointed looking at it in the mirror because the dress was, in fact, so short on him. He stood turning this way and that trying to pull it further down toward his knees. Just then, Shelly came out of the bathroom with her mother. "Looks better on you than on me, Sis!" Shelly shouted happily. "By the way, your jockeys feel great!" It was Nancy that came to Wendy's rescue. "I knew when I bought these dresses that I had to get a lot of use out of them to justify the price so I bought these to go along with them as the kids grew taller," she said picking up the mystery garment. "Look at these, Wendy. Aren't they divine!" she said holding up the matching laced panty. "These are called 'rumba' training panties and are usually worn by little girls just getting out of diapers. I was able to find them big enough to fit Shelly. Hey stretch so I think they will fit you. Aren't the rows of lace across the seat too, too much! Now, they are padded a little bit so it's going to make you look sort of like you have a diaper on. You will even feel like they are a little bulky but they show off so nicely if you bend over or someone looks up your dress up for any reason. Here, let me put these on you," Nancy said kneeling down in front of Wendy. Wendy stepped into the padded panty and Nancy pulled it up his legs. She too noted the smooth girlish front of Wendy's crotch and made a note to ask Madge how that was accomplished. "One last thing. Here's the bow for Wendy's hair," she said passing it to Madge. Madge gathered Wendy's hair at his crown, still full of curl from his 'cheerleader set' and fixed the bow in the back above the cascade of slightly fallen ringlets. Stepping back she said, "Wendy, you make the cutest little girl! I always wanted to dress you up like this when you were younger! Precious baby, come and give your Mommie a big hug!" After the embrace, Madge said, "Let me spray you with some of my perfume. Such a sweet girl should smell sweet as well!" The group finally returned to the downstairs of the house where Janine and Wilma were occupied in their own worlds. Janine was looking through a hair styling magazine that Wilma had given him. It featured an article on 'Short But Feminine Styles for Your Little Miss!' As he studied the pictures in the magazine, Wilma was still busy with her knitting. Wendy slowly walked into the room intending to make an entrance. Noticing him, Janine put down the magazine, stood up and said with all of the feminine inflection he could muster, "Wendy dahling, your dress is simply divine! We must find a way to lower your hem! Showing your panties off that way could create an awful scandal!" Janine scolded sounding a little like Katherine Hepburn as all of the women laughed at his joke. Wanting to explain Janine's theatrical words Nancy said, "Old movies. He just loves the feminine dresses and hairstyles." "Mom, I want to go get something at home for the sissies. Is that O.K.?" Shelly asked. "It's all right but I don't want to hear you use that word again- ever. Do you understand me?" Nancy admonished. "Sorry, mom. I'm really sorry and I promise," the freed Shelly said running out the door. Nancy, taking in the sight of the two extremely girlish boys said, "Let's get some more pictures now that Wendy is dressed properly. I'll get my camera." Returning with it in hand, Madge was posing the boys. "There, I like that. Just keep holding hands. With your other hand take the hem of your dress and hold it up slightly. That's very good. There's something missing. I know, mom could we borrow your red lipstick for a minute," she asked Wilma. "Wendy, now make sort of a kissy shape with your mouth. That's right just like when you had your make up done at the mall today. Good! I just love you in lipstick. Promise me you will wear it all of the time from now on," Madge gushed coating his lips generously with the bright red lipstick. "Just a little here, now here," she said dabbing a little on his cheeks. With her thumbs she spread the small amount of red lipstick over his cheeks simulating blush. The boys continued to hold hands as Janine's lips and cheeks were done in the same manner. 'This is so perfect! Do you remember Janine's curtsey when he arrived, Wendy? Try to do the same thing he did," Madge instructed. Trying his best while doing it, Madge said, "Wendy, you were just meant to be a girl! You did that correctly on the first try. Now both of you do it at the same time! That's just too cute! Nancy, look at our pretty little girls! Do it again only this time when you are at the lowest point of your curtseys, hold still. Perfect, smile as sweetly as you can so Miss Nancy can take your picture." "I love it! Now do it again! That's too precious!" Nancy beamed gazing joyfully at the feminine scene. "One more time for the camera, girls. But this time I want you to hold your skirts up nice and high. No, higher. A little more because I want to get a good shot of your petticoats and rumba panties in these next shots. Oh, that's a good one, keep smiling, show the camera how happy you are to be dressed up so pretty at your slumber party!" Nancy cheered as she took picture after picture. "Madge, what do you think? Let's get a couple of pictures from the back with them bending over showing off the lace of their rumba panties." "Good idea! You two keep holding hands. Now bend over as far as you can," Madge said. Nancy stepped behind them with her camera getting into position for her next shots. After they were bent over with bottoms high in the air, Madge pulled up Wendy's skirt over his back exposing his round lace covered bottom. The awkward pose caused the problem of Madge not being able to reach Janine's skirt. Wilma wasn't happy about all of the picture taking but noting the difficulties put down her knitting to assist by lifting Janine's skirt over his back handing it to her daughter. Nancy's camera flashed once more. "Mom, hold these skirts for me. I want to take a look," Madge said to Wilma. "Don't you love how their bottoms look in those padded panties! Those rows and rows of lace are divine! They could be wearing real diapers as if they were really our baby girls!" Nancy pointed out. Madge whispered something to Nancy that only she could hear. "I thought of that but I didn't think you would allow it! Go ahead, you're the director," Nancy said. "Girls, we want to get a couple of pictures of you kissing. What do you think?" Madge asked as she got further and further into the thrill of watching their two 'sugar and spice' boys. Without hesitation, Wendy and Janine turned toward each other, held one another by each hand and kissed on the lips. As they kissed again and again the camera flashed over and over capturing the amazing scene. "Now one more cheek to cheek. Look at the camera, smile, hold it, got it! That's going to be a great picture with both of your lips all smeared like that!" Nancy said excitedly. Just then, Shelly returned. "What's been going on here?" she asked noting the boys' smeared lipstick. "That's gross!" she yelled coming to the obvious conclusion. "I'm out of here. I'm going to watch the last of the baseball game! Here, you can have this one and you can have this one!" she said handing a large doll to each of the prettily dressed boys. "Now we have to take a few more pictures!" Madge said. "Girls, go sit on the couch close to each other holding your new dolls." After they were positioned on the couch with their dolls, Nancy took another dozen pictures including one more of them kissing while holding their new dolls. "Whew, it's getting late and we have a lot of hair to set. Let's get some shampooing started so we can get everybody rolled up and then we can polish the girls' fingernails," Madge enthused. As she walked toward the kitchen sink she became aware of the gushing that had continued in her panties. Looking down she was relieved that she didn't soak through. "It's Wendy's party so she gets to decide who goes first!" Madge said. "Wendy, who gets their hair set first?" "I want Janine to go first! Then I can wear my new dress while I set his hair for him. I don't want to ever take this dress off," he enthused. While Janine had his dress removed and was being shampooed in the sink by his mother, Madge and Wendy looked through the hairdo magazine that Janine was previously was searching through in the living room. "I think this would be really cute on him, don't you Wendy? I think his hair is long enough," Madge said with confidence. "I'll have to give him bangs but that is easy," she added. "Yes, Mother, it would look darling on him!" Wendy said cheerfully. "I'll go look through my collection of rollers upstairs. You'll probably have to use the smallest I have because his hair isn't very long," Madge said leaving the room. Wendy went to the dining room table to study the picture and the setting pattern. The box across the table containing Shelly's ringlets distracted him. He picked up the box to see if they had held their scent and was pleased that they did. Returning to the picture of the smiling little girl, Wendy noticed how each horizontal row of curl seemed to rest on the one below it. "I know how to do that set," he thought quietly. Nancy and Janine came in from the kitchen, a towel around Janine's head. "Now that you've had your shampoo, are you ready for your set, Janine?" Wendy asked. "Yes, Wendy," the boy said with a smile. Wendy pulled a chair out for him and he sat down. "Janine, I'm really excited to give you your first hair set. But from now on, when you are in my chair, I want you to call me 'Miss Wendy'. Only when you are in my chair ... do you understand? " Wendy warned. "Yes, Miss Wendy. Are you going to set my hair now?" Janine asked. "Of course I am. Look at the picture of the pretty girl in the magazine. I'm going to put your hair up in these rollers so it will look like that tomorrow." Wendy confirmed. "See the setting pattern sketch at the bottom? That's how your rollers are going to look." Janine could hardly sit still as Wendy started to section his hair readying it for setting. Wendy quickly found that his petticoat made his dress stand out so far that it was not conducive to the art of hairdressing. It was only after Wilma suggested removing it because he might get a spot on it from the setting lotion he would surely use, that he agreed to take them off. Wendy did look silly in his tights, camisole and rumba panties but he didn't care. "These are staying on!" he adamantly said pointing to the frilly rumba panties. As Madge helped him undress, Wilma went to get Wendy the apron he had first worn at her house for knitting. The large pockets would hold the tail comb or roller pins he would be using to set Janine's hair. Madge took this opportunity to trim his hair evening out the length. "This length will be just fine for that set. His hair is a little over five inches long on top so Wendy, you can use pink three-quarter inch rollers up here. As you work your way down to the sides he'll need the half inch yellow ones," Madge explained as if the scene to be played out, one in which Nancy's son was going to have his hair set by her son, was the most natural thing in the world. She then combed the hair she had sectioned and clipped out of the way above his forehead down to his nose cutting it straight across giving him bangs right above his eyebrows like the girl in the picture. "What do you think, Nancy? How do you think his bangs look?" Madge asked. "Very nice. But something doesn't seem quite right." She said with a questioning look. She went to Madge whispering in her ear. "If that's what you want, no problem. How short do you want them?" she asked. "Just like I said, like a little girl would have them!" Nancy said. Madge gave her a questioning look. "Please, just do it," Nancy ordered. With that, Madge cut Janine's bangs about an inch above his eyebrows. "Now that's perfect!" Nancy said. She had conveyed the image to Madge by actually using the words 'short like a real sissy would have them' not wanting anyone to hear her say that taboo word. "I have some hair setting tape in this box somewhere, ah, here it is," Madge said. "Wendy, I want you to see how I do this." Madge took a length of the hair setting tape telling her new student in the art of hair styling, "We need to do something with his bangs until morning. Several of us are going to sleep with our hair up tonight including Janine." Janine smiled broadly at his mother whe